GLENARM BAY
As sung by The Irish Rovers on "Another Round" (2005)

It bein' on a fine September morn, the weather it was warm.
I took the air and wandered by the bay of sweet Glenarm.
The green fields were enchanting and the birds did sport and play,
When I spied a maiden young and fair along Glenarm Bay.

Her hair was long and silken and her cheeks were like a rose.
Her features they were softer still than any flower that grows.
So I boldly stepped up to her and with beatin' heart did say:
"What brings you out so early, love, ...(?) Glenarm Bay?"

"I fear you are a false young man and away I wish you'd go.
Your flatt'ring tongue and charming ways are not sincere, I know.
My parents they did warn me for to turn and walk away.
No gentleman would me annoy along Glenarm Bay."

Says I, "My dear, I am sincere; your words I do protest.
If you but knew a love that's rare flows through my burning breast!
Take pity on your wounded swain and name the happy day,
And heal these wounds your charms give me along Glenarm Bay."

Says she, "I think you are sincere; you've won my heart and hand,
And I won't forget the happy morn we met along the strand,
And when old age comes creepin' on, and our hair is turning grey,
We'll think upon the harvest time along Glenarm Bay."

[In the last line of each verse, he uses the pronunciation "Glenarrum." It actually fits the rhythm of the song better that way.]