As I roved out one fine morning So early as I strayed It being all in the month of May The birds sang in the shade And the sun shone out right merrily And following with pride Were the primroses and daisies Down by Blackwaterside.
Well, I had not gone but half a mile When there by chance I spied Two lovers walking as they talked Down by Blackwaterside And as he entwined her in his arms These words to her he said: “'Tis when I am in America I'll prove true to me Irish maid.”
“Oh, it's when you are in America Some Yankee girl you'll find And you'll have sweethearts of your own More pleasing to your eye You will forget these promises And vows to me you made Oh, sit down at home, love, and do not roam From your lovely Irish maid.”
“Oh, 'tis when I am in America Some Yankee girls I'll see But they must be very handsome To remind me, love, of thee For there's not a flower in yonder grove Nor bloom in yonder glade That can remind me, love, of you My lovely Irish maid.”
“Oh, 'tis many's the foolish youth,” she said “Has fled to some foreign shore Leaving his own true love behind Perhaps to see no more It's in the crossing of the Atlantic foam Sometimes their graves are laid So stay at home, love, and do not roam From your lovely Irish maid.”
Like two fond hearts together This couple they did embrace Like honey drops upon the dew The tears rolled down her face Saying “There's not a day while you're away But I'll visit still these glades Until you do return again To your lovely Irish maid.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
