THE IRISH GIRL
From Only a Miner, Green. Collected from Ruby Duncan, TN

I stepped out one morning 
Down by the riverside; 
I cast my eyes all around me, 
That blue-eyed girl I spied.

Chorus: Let the winds blow high or low, me boys 
Let the seas be mountain high. 
It is the seaman's duty 
The hel-m to stand by.

So red and rosy were her cheeks, 
And yellow was her hair, 
How costly was the jewelry 
That blue-eyed girl did wear.  

Tears came rolling down her cheeks, 
How mournful she did cry: 
"My love has gone and left me, 
And surely I will die."  

Love, it is a killing thing 
Did you ever feel the pang? 
How hard it is to be in love 
And can't be loved again.  

I wish I were in New Orleans,
A-sitting in my chair, 
A glass of brandy in my hand, 
My arms around my dear.  

I'd wish for whiskey, Roman wine, 
I'd drink before I'd go; 
I'd sail through the deepest ocean, 
Let the wind blow high or low.

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