The Banks Of The Lee

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Where true lovers meet
Beneath the green bower
Where true lovers meet
Out beneath the green tree
And Mary, fond Mary
She says unto her true love
“You have stolen my young heart
On the Banks of the Lee”

For I loved her very dearly
Most truely and sincerely
There is no one in this wide world
I loved more than she
Every bush and every bower
Every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary
On the Banks of the Lee

Don’t stay out too late, love
On the moorlands, my Mary
Don’t stay out too late, love
On the moorlands for me
But it’s little was my notion
When we parted by the ocean
That we were forever parting
By the Banks of the Lee

I will pull my love some roses
Some wild Irish roses
I will pull my love some roses
The fairest to see
And I’ll lay them on the graveside
Of my own dear darling Mary
On that cold and silent grave
Where she sleeps ‘neath the dew