As Sung by Jerry O'Neill Orange Maid of Sligo On Ben Bulben's high and lofty heights The evening sun was setting bright That spread a ray of golden light Along the Bay of Sligo. A bonny craft with glancing oars And swelling sails, was seen before The waves that bound its verdant shore Along the bay of Sligo. And at the prow there sat a girl With rosy cheek and flaxen curl and beauty tender like a pearl The Orange maid of Sligo. And glancing o'er the vessel's side She spied upon the water's glide An orange lily's golden pride Along the Bay of Sligo. Oh haste, oh haste and save that flower I prize it more than rose or bower No other hand shall have its power Along the Bay of Sligo. An Orange youth bent o’er the prow, He picked the flower and with a bow Bestowed it on her gentle brow The orange maid of Sligo. And soon she was his bonny bride And oft he thought at with joy and pride upon that golden even’s tide Along the Bay of Sligo. So come all true blues and fill your glass No finer toast could ever pass So here's unto that bonny lass The Orange Maid of Sligo. Version in the Digital Tradition: https://mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=4525
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