Calling of the Name

I was down alone in the Moaney,Nobody else was near,When my name was goin' a'callin'Low an' sof an' clear.None was I seein' aroun' me,Never a face of clay;An' my name was goin' a'callin'Jus' at the close of day.

The childher it's like were callin',Wantin' you they'd beFor a twilight play in the haggartUnder the tramman tree.

None of the childher was near me,Gone to their homes they were;An' my name was goin' a'callin'Over the Moaney there.

Daddy it's like was callin'Wantin' your help awhile,Dhrivin' the sheep he would beOver beyond the stile.

Daddy was gone to the mountain,I saw him against the sky,An' my name was goin' a'callin'Like a whisper passin' by.

There's Them that's sometimes callin'Low in th' everin' hour,An' if you give Them answerThey have you in their power.A voice when the night is fallin',A whisper on the air,An' seekin' to draw you to themDown in the Moaney there.

Mammy the voice a'callin',Callin' my name to meWas his that long is lyingCold in the cruel sea.You'll lave Goodbye with my DaddyAn' lay me on my bed—Chile veen, chile veen, what ails thee!I answered it, she said.