Melody -
As I roved out one morning, All in the blooming Spring I overheard a damsel fair Most grievously did sing, Saying "Cruel were my parents Who did sore annoy They would not let me tarry With my bonny Irish boy.
2. His cheeks are like the roses red,
3. Says the mother to her daughter |
4. Says the daughter to the mother "Your talk is all in vain, For knights, and lords, and dukes, and earls Their efforts I disdain I'd sooner live a humble life Where time I would employ, Still waiting happy prospects With my bonny labouring boy."
5. "If I had all the riches now
6. We'll fill our glasses to the brim, |
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