Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.

My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!