John Reilly

Fair young maiden

All in the garden

Strange young man

Passed her by

Said: "Fair maid

Will you marry me?"

This, then, sir,

Was her reply

"Oh no, kind sir

I canot marry thee

For my beloved

Who sails out on the sea

He's been gone

For seven years

And still no man

Shall marry me

Well if he's in

Some battle salin

Well I will die

When the moon

Or if he's drowned

In the dark salt sea

I'll be true

To his memory."

He picked her up

All in his arms

And kisses gave her

One, two and three

Said: "Weep no more

My own dear true love

I am your love

Lost John Reilly"

Said: "Weep no more

My own dear true love

I am your love

Lost John Reilly"

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