O men from the fields, br Come gently within. br Tread softly, softly br O men coming in! br Mavourneen is going br From me and from you, br Where Mary will fold him br With mantle of blue! br From reek of the smoke br And cold of the floor br And the peering of things br Across the half-door. br O men of the fields, br Soft, softly come thro' br Mary puts round him br Her mantle of blue.