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(Music and Dancing of the Gaels)
The Banks
of the Lee
Where true lovers meet, beneath the green bowers
Where true lovers meet, beneath the green trees
There Mary, proud Mary, she said onto her true love
You have stolen away my own heart by the bank of the Lee
Chorus:
For I loved her very dearly, most truly and sincerely
There is no one in this wide world that I love more than she
Every bush and every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary by the banks of the Lee
Don't stay out too late love on the moorlands my Mary
Don't stay out too late love on the moorlands for me
For 'twas little was my notion when we parted by the ocean
That we be forever parted from the banks of the Lee
Chorus
I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
I will pull my love some roses the fairest to see
And I'll lay them by the graveside of my own dear darlin' Mary
By the cold and lonely graveside where she sleeps beneath the
dew
Chorus
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