As I watched the evening slowly fall, and the sunset slowly die. I heard a lonesome call. It was the banshee cry. It seemed to cry out to me, as if someone I knew was to die. Then I knew it had to be, because it was the banshee cry. It carried on throughout the night, but I did not know who was to die. I felt it was not right, that I should hear the banshee cry. I wondered which loved one dear to me, would shortly be saying goodbye. Was it my own true love or my dear mammy, that caused me to hear the banshee cry. And as the moon sank down low and the stars began to hide I found it was my truelove that had to go it was for her the banshee cried