ok...I dug up my autographed copy of the songbook Andy M. Stewart Collection...yeah so I bragged a little...

MY HEART, IT BELONGS TO SHE

Andy M. Stewart

Late in the ev'ning when the gloaming comes down
It's deep in the country I'll be
When all the wild creatures and all sensible men,
Are seeking their beds I'll roam free.
Where the wild salmon spring through a peat water ring
And the thrush wring a jig from each tree.
Some contentment I'll find with the town far behind
For my heart, it belongs to she.

And who could have blamed her, she married so young
And what of this world did she see?
Nought but pots and of pans and a hard drinkin' man
Being a wife and a mother of three.
And who could have blamed her when passion's wild flame
And the young man with money one day replaced me
Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart
For my heart, it belongs to she

If I pass a cottage and a family within
Its light and its warmth leave me cold
And if I pass a young girl who catches my eye
Her youth and her hope leave me old.
And who could have blamed her when all else had failed
Whose hopes and whose dreams were no interest to me
Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart
For my heart, it belongs to she