Erin The Green – Cara Dillon – letras

Oh draw near each young loverGive ear to my story that bears my sad mournful taleCome and join me in chorus and lend me your pityWhilst I my misfortune bewailThe grief of my poor heart no tongue can discloseMy cheeks are now pale they once bloomed like the roseAnd it’s all for a young man whom I do supposeIs now far from sweet Erin the GreenNow when we were childrenWe walked out together along the green meadows so neatAnd although we were childish we loved one anotherWhilst gathering the wild berries sweetIt was to sweet Garvagh where we went to schoolHe was first in his class and correct in each ruleAnd I cheerfully walked home by KilnacooleWith the flower of sweet Erin the GreenOh his head on my breastAnd he used to reposed each evening under the shadeA song in my praises my darling composedAnd he styled me the cool Derry maidAt the time I denied him I’d die for his sakeIt was little I thought my denial he’d takeOh but my own misfortune I made a mistakeWhen he left me on Erin the Green