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Thread #18166   Message #178863
Posted By: Amos
15-Feb-00 - 02:21 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
Subject: Lyr Add: THE MAID OF MOURNE SHORE
And I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore,
And the foremost thought in my mind
Was to keep me safe onshore...

(Drops poor abused banjo on a stone to wait while he guzzles Resiling and cracks a claw)...(Resumes)...

Last night I went to see my love, to hear what she would say;
Thinking she would pity me lest I should go away.
She said: 'I love a sailor; he's the lad that I adore;
And seven years I'll wait on him; so trouble me no more.'

'Perhaps your sailor may be lost when crossing o'er the main,
Or otherwise has fixed his mind upon some comely dame.'
'Well, if the sea proves false to me, no other I'll enjoy;
For ever since I saw his face I loved my sailor boy.'

Farewell now to Lord Edmund's groves, likewise the Bleaching Green,
Where the linen webs lie clean and white, pure flows the crystal stream
Where many's the happy day I spent; but, now, alas! they're o'er,
Since the lass I loved has banished me, far, far from Mourne Shore.

Our ship she lies off Warren's Point, just ready to set sail,
May all Goodness now protect her with a sweet and pleasant gale,
Had I ten thousand pounds in gold, or had I ten times more,
I would freely share with the girl I love - the Maid of Mourne Shore.

Here's lookin' atcha, Peg lass!

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