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ERIN THE GREEN Oh, draw near each young lover give ear to my ditty That bears my sad, mournful tale. Come join me in consort and lend me your pity Whilst I my misfortune bewail. The grief of my poor heart no tongue can disclose; My cheeks are now pale that once bloomed like a rose. And it's all for a young man whom I do suppose Is now far from sweet Erin the green. Now, when we were children we walked out together Along the green meadows so neat And, although we were childish, we loved one another While gathering the wild berries sweet. It was to sweet Garvagh we were sent to school. He was first in his class and correct in each rule. And I cheerfully walked home by Kilnacoole, With the flower of sweet Erin the green. Ah! His head on my bosom he used to repos`ed Each evening in under the shade. A song in my praises my darling compos`ed And styled me the cool Derry maid. At the time I denied him I'd die for his sake. It was little I thought my denial he'd take. Ah! But my misfortune, I made a mistake When he left me in Erin the green. Oh, come all you young maids of our dear Irish nation, I pray you be steady and wise. Likewise, lend an ear to my kind assertation And never your true love dispise For such foolish folly distracted I rave There is no place for me but the dark, silent grave. And when all hopes deny me I'll then take my leave Of the flower of sweet Erin the green. From Bonnnie Bunch of Roses, Milner Recorded by Frank Harte @Irish @parting filename[ ERNGREEN TUNE FILE: ERNGREEN CLICK TO PLAY RG APR99 |
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