In the element of air
Where my true love surely wandered
'Twas there by the fields that we strolled

And when she said to me
That she surely would have no more thunder
Oh I looked at her and felt old

Still no more shall we meet upon 
Those fields so long forgotten
Where old Irish friends are standing on the wall

With O'Higgins here beside me
Well we'll dream of old Alaska
And the element of air will surely fall