"On The Banks Of Sweet Tralee"

Mary had a ploughboy young Willie was his name,
it was by his cruel old Uncle as you may understand
who had request and send to sea far from his Native land.
He had not been long sailing when a French ship hove in sight,
The Captian called all hands on deck to view the glories sight.
young Willie like a seaman bold got lumbered in the lee,
He's going to search for Mary on the Banks of Sweet Tralee.


The French ship hauled her colors down and ran before the wind,
like hardy tired and seaman bold they gained that victory,
Like hardy tired and seaman bold they gained that victory,
His mind was fixed on Mary on the Banks of Sweet Tralee.


Blue jacket and blue trousers young Willie then put on,
went straight onto that very same house where Mary did belong.
Saying, "Mary dear take pity on a sailor lad like me,
who's in the state of starving on the banks of Sweet Tralee."


"Oh yes I will take pity on a sailor lad 'said she,
for once I had a true love'young Willie was his name.
Was by his curel old Uncle as you may understand,
who had request and sent and send to sea far from his Native Land."


"If Willie was your true loves name I know that young man well,
a bullet from a Frenchmans gun on the battle field he fell.
And as he lay I heard him say, how cruel must they be?
to part me with my Mary on the Banks of Sweet Tralee."

Soon as she heard him say these words 'she fell in deep dispair,
the ringing of her lily white hands the tearing of her hair.
Saying, "since he's gone and left me, no other man I'll take,
through lonesome hills and vallies I'll wander for his sake."


Soon as he heard her say those words he could no longer stand,
he fell into her arms saying, "Mary I'm your man."
The bells did ring and the birds did sing as they sang so merrily,
to see this young couple get married on the Banks of Sweet Tralee.