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When two lovers meet down beside the green bower
When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree
When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover
You
have
stolen
my
poor
heart
from
the
Banks
of
the
Lee
I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
Dont stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
Dont
stay
out
late,
love,
on
the
moorlands
from
me
How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean
That we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee
I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses
I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew
And I'll leave them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary
In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps âneath the dew
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- Head And Heart
- HEAD & HEART
- This New Morning
- Eleven Songs
- Miscellaneous
- The Bottom Line Archive: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1 (Live)
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1
- Sunny Sailor Boy
- Bridge of Sorrow
- Rescue Mission
- This New Morning (Bonus Track Version)
- The Man Is Alive
- 2009 Bar/None Records Sampler
- Keeper of the Flame
- Dreams In America
- Salty Heaven
- A Celtic Season: A Windham Hill Collection
- Turf
- Select Sounds 1996
- The Acoustic Motorbike