SEND BACK MY BARNEY

He is gone and I'm now sad and lonely,
He has left me to cross the wide sea
But I know that he thinks of me only
And will soon be returning to me;
His eyes they were filled with devotion,
As he said that my husband he'd be,
Then blow gently ye winds of the ocean
And send back my Barney to me.

If at night as I rest on my pillow
The wind heaves a moan and a sigh
I think of each angry billow
And watch every cloud o'er the sky;
My bosom it fills with emotion
As I pray for the one o'er the sea,
Then blow gently, ye winds of the ocean,
And send back my Barney to me.

He has left me his fortune to better,
I know that he went for my sake,
Soon I'll be receiving a letter,
If not, sure my poor heart will break,
To say that he'll soon be returning
To his dear native Ireland and me,
So blow gently ye winds of the ocean
And send back my Barney to me.

Transcribed July 14, 2000 by T. M. Carlsen