Erin the Green - Cara Dillon

Oh draw near each young lover

Give ear to my story that bears my sad mournful tale

Come and join me in chorus 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 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 we were children

We walked out together along the green meadows so neat

And although we were childish we loved one another

Whilst gathering the wild berries sweet

It was to sweet Garvagh where we went 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 reposed 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