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• Artiste: Cara Dillon
• Titre: Erin The Green
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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 gath'ring 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 respose 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.