As I roved out on a May morning. On a May morning right early. I spied my love upon the way. Oh Lord but she was early.. Her shoes were black, her stockings white.
And who are you, me pretty fair maid. And who are you, me honey?. And who are you, me pretty fair maid. And who are you, me honey?. She answered me quite modestly,.
As I roved out on a May morning. On a May morning right early. I met my love upon the way. Oh Lord but she was early.. Her boots were black, her stockings white.
The cliffs of dooneen: to izabella and tadeusz. . You may travel far from your own native home. Far away o'er the mountains far away o'er the foam. But of all the fine places that I've ever been.