Better late than never (!): the lyrics in the Ossian book are the right ones, since I wrote them out for them, lo these many years ago.

You can occasionally hear me sing it at the Radisson/St.Helen's on Thursday nights at the session.

Cavan Girl

As I walk the road from Killeshandra,
Weary, I sit down:
For it's twelve long miles around the lake
To get to Cavan town.
Though Oughter and the road I go
Once seemed beyond compare,
Now I curse the time it takes to reach
My Cavan girl so fair.

Now autumn shades are on the leaves,
The trees will soon be bare:
Each red-gold leaf around me seems
The colour of her hair.
My gaze retreats, to find my feet,
And once again I sigh,
For the broken pools of sky remind
the colour of her eyes.

At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning,
There she can be found;
And she seems to have the eye
Of every boy in Cavan town.
If my luck will hold, I'll have the golden
Summer of her smile,
And, to break the hearts of Cavan men,
She'll talk to me awhile.

So Sunday evening finds me, homeward,
Killeshandra bound,
To work the week till I return and
Court in Cavan town:
When asked if she would be my wife,
At least she'd not said no;
So next Sunday morning, rouse myself,
And back to her I'll go.

(Repeat first verse)

©1979 Thom Moore, reg. IMRO, MCPS, PRS