Irish Girl, The

L:1/8
R:song

X:216
T:Irish Girl, The
R:song
H:See also #181
D:Liad\'an
Z:id:hn-song-216
M:2/4
L:1/16
K:D
A2 | d2(de) f2A2 | (=c3d) (AG)F2 | A2(B^c) d2(dc) | d6
(de) | f3d f3g | (a3f) g2(ag) | f2(ed) (dc)(AG) | A6
(de) | f3d f2g2 | a2 (a/g/f) g2(ag) | f2e2 (dc)(AG) | A6
(A/B/c) | d3e f2A2 | =c2(dc) (AG)(FG) | A2(B^c) d2(dc) | d6 ||
W:As I roved out one evening down by a riverside,
W:While gazing all around me an Irish girl I spied.
W:A rosy red was on her cheeks, and coal black was her hair,
W:And costly were the robes of gold this Irish girl did wear.
W:
W:The little shoes this maiden wore, were of a Spanish brown.
W:The mantle on her shoulders of silk twas wrought all round.
W:Her modest face, her gentle ways, have left my heart in pain.
W:And I'd range this world all over, my Irish girl to gain.
W:
W:I wish my love was a red, red rose to bloom in yon garden fair,
W:And I to be the gardener, that rose would be my care.
W:I'd tend the pretty flowers all round, sweet William, pink and ray,
W:Primrose and thyme, but most of all, sweet rose I'd cherish thee.
W:
W:I wish I was a butterfly, I'd light on my love's breast.
W:I wish I was a nightingale, to sing my love to rest.
W:I'd sing at morn, I'd sing at eve, a love song sweet and so,
W:And year by year, I will love my dear, let the wind blow high or low.

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