Your hills
and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the
Oh you winds that blow over mountainy hills
Will I ever see you more
Where the primrose glows, and the violet grows
Where the trout and salmon play.
With my line and hook, delight I took
To spend my youthful days.
Last night I
went to see my love,
And to hear what she might say.
She said, "I loved an Irish lad,
And he was my only joy,
So take this
for your answer now,
No Other
would I adore
And ever
since I saw his face
I have loved that soldier boy."
Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
When crossing o’er the raging
Or perhaps
he's gone with some other girl
You may never see him again.
“Well if my
Irish lad is lost,
He's the one I do adore,
And seven long
years I'll wait for him
By the banks of the
Our ship she
lies at Warrenpoint
Now ready to
set sail
I hope the
Lord will favour her
With a sweet
and pleasant gale.
For if I had
ten thousand pounds
Or ten times
as much more
I would leave
it all to the girl I love
Who dwells on
the