Erin The Green Lyrics - Singles - Cara Dillon

Oh draw near each young lover, 

Give ear to my story 

That bears my sad, mournful tale. 

Come join me in chorus 

And lend me your pity, 

While I my misfortune bewail. 

The grief 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 were children 

We walked out together 

Along the green meadows sweet. 

And although we were childish 

We loved one another 

Whilst gathering the wild berries sweet. 

It was to sweet Garvagh where we were sent 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 repose 

At 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.