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Erin the Green

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Erin the Green

Oh, draw near each young lover give ear to my ditty
That bears my sad, mournful tale.
Come join me in consort and lend me your pity
Whilst I my misfortune bewail.
The grief of my poor heart no tongue can disclose;
My cheeks are now pale that once bloomed like a rose.
And it's all for a young man whom I do suppose
Is now far from sweet Erin the green.

Now, when we were children we walked out together
Along the green meadows so neat
And, although we were childish, we loved one another
While gathering the wild berries sweet.
It was to sweet Garvagh 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.

Ah! His head on my bosom he used to repos`ed
Each evening in under the shade.
A song in my praises my darling compos`ed
And 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.
Ah! But my misfortune, I made a mistake
When he left me in Erin the green.

Oh, come all you young maids of our dear Irish nation,
I pray you be steady and wise.
Likewise, lend an ear to my kind assertation
And never your true love dispise
For such foolish folly distracted I rave
There is no place for me but the dark, silent grave.
And when all hopes deny me I'll then take my leave
Of the flower of sweet Erin the green.

From Bonnnie Bunch of Roses, Milner
Recorded by Frank Harte
RG
APR99

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