I'm very happy where I am,
Far across the say,
I'm very happy far from home,
In North Amerikay.

It's lonely in the night, when Pat
Is sleeping by my side,
I lie awake, and no one knows
The big tears that I've cried;

For a little voice still calls me back
To my far, far counthrie,
And nobody can hear it spake,
O! nobody but me.

There is a little spot of ground
Behind the chapel wall,
It's nothing but a tiny mound,
Without a stone at all;

It rises like my heart just now,
It makes a dawny hill;
It's from below the voice comes out,
I cannot keep it still.

O! little Voice; ye call me back
To my far, far counthne,
And nobody can hear ye spake,
O! nobody but me.