Mary Story ~ The Irish Girl (traditional)

The Irish Girl

As I roved out one May morning down by a river side
In gazing all around me, oh an Irish girl I spied.
A tear fell down her rosy cheek and she began to cry
Oh my love, he's gone to America and he's quite forsaken me.

I went to church last Sunday, my love he passed me by
I knew his mind was changing by the roving of his eye
I knew his mind was altered to a girl of high degree
Oh Willie, lovely Willie, oh your love has wounded me.

Last night as I lay on my bed, so sick and bad was I
I called for a napkin around my head, around my head to tie.
Was he as bad in love as me I would surely mend again.
Oh love it is a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain?

I wish I was a butterfly, I would fly to my love's breast.
I wish I was a linnet, I would sing my love to rest.
I wish I was a nightingale, I would sit and sing so clear.
I'd sing a song for you, false love, for once I loved you dear.

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