IRISH GIRL

As I walked out one morning down by the river's side
And gazing all around me an Irish girl I spied
The tears ran down her rosy cheeks and she began to cry
My love's gone to America and quite forsaken me.

I went to Church last Sunday, my love he passed me by
I knew his mind was changing by the roving of his eye
I knew his mind was altered to a girl of high degree
Saying Willy, lovely Willy, your love has wounded me

Last night I lay on my bed so sick and bad was I
I called for a napkin around my head to tie
Was he as bad in love as me perhaps I'd mend again
O love it is a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain?

I wish I was a butterfly, I'd fly to my love's breast
I wish I was a linnet, I would sing my love to rest
I wish I was a nightingale, I'd sit and sing so clear
I'd sing a song for you false love for once I loved you

from Sedley, Seeds of Love
a common Nineteenth Century broadside
@courtship @infidelity
filename[ IRISHGR2
TUNE FILE: IRISHGR2
CLICK TO PLAY
SOF
mudcat.org

---

PLEASE NOTE: Because of the volunteer nature of The Digital Tradition, it is difficult to ensure proper attribution and copyright information for every song included. Please assume that any song which lists a composer is copyrighted ©. You MUST aquire proper license before using these songs for ANY commercial purpose. If you have any additional information or corrections to the credit or copyright information included, please e-mail those additions or corrections to us (along with the song title as indexed) so that we can update the database as soon as possible. Thank You.