There's a spot in my heart

　　which no colleen may own;

　　There's a depth in my soul

　　never sounded or known;

　　There's a place in my memory

　　my life that you fill;

　　No other can take it

　　no one ever will;

　　Every sorrow or care

　　in the dear days gone by;

　　Was made bright by the light

　　of the smile in your eye;

　　Like a candle that's set

　　in a window at night;

　　Your fond love has cheered me

　　and guided me right;

　　Sure I love the dear silver

　　that shines in your hair;

　　And the brow that's all furrowed

　　and wrinkled with care;

　　I kiss the dear fingers

　　so toil warm for me;

　　Oh! God bless you and

　　keep you, mother machree!