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 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.
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 'neath the dew
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.
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- Live Wizardry
- Kiss The Tears Away
- Miscellaneous
- Live Again
- So Many Partings
- The Best of Silly Wizard
- Wild & Beautiful
- Live Wizardry: The Best of Silly Wizard in Concert
- A Celtic Tapestry, Volume 2
- A Celtic Tapestry, Vol. 2
- Celtic Love Songs
- A Glint of Silver
- Joyful Noise: Celtic Favorites From Green Linnet
- Celtic Legends of Scotland and Ireland
- The Early Years
- Celtic Spirit of Scotland
- The Rough Guide to Scottish Folk
- Transatlantic Folk Box Set
- Celtic Myths: Ballads and Songs of Scotland and Ireland
- Golden, Golden