Erin The Green

Oh draw near each young lover,

Give ear to my story

That bears my sad, mournful tale.

Come join me in chorus

And lend me your pity,

While I my misfortune bewail.

The grief my poor heart

No tongue can disclose.

My cheeks are now pale,

They once bloomed like the rose.

And it's all for a young man,

Whom I do suppose

Is now far from sweet Erin the Green.

Now when were children

We walked out together

Along the green meadows sweet.

And although we were childish

We loved one another

Whilst gathering the wild berries sweet.

It was to sweet Garvagh where 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.

Oh his head on my breast

And he used to repose

At each evening under the shade.

A song in my praises my darling composed

And he 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.

Oh, but my own misfortune

I made a mistake

When he left me on Erin the Green.