I remember the following lyrics as I sat by my grandfathers knee, which he moved up and down keeping time while fiddling this Irish Jig. C.1945

"It's a long time to come I remember it well;
Alone in this world a young beauty dwell.

With her mother and her father she lived serene;
Her age was red and hair nineteen.

She had a lover who close by did dwell;
A cross-eyed rustic and hunchback as well.

He said fly with me by the light of yon star;
for you are the eye of my apple you are.

No she refused so he knocked down the maid;
And suddenly opened the knife of his blade.

Next cut the throat of the damsel so fair;
And dragged her around by the head of her hair.

At this moment her old man appeared ;
Gazed at the scene with his eyes in his tears.

Knelt down beside her, her cold face he kissed;
And rushed with his chin at the murderer's fist."

Jim Moore, greenjourney1@gmail.com