THE SALLY GARDENS
Down by the Sally Gardens My love and I did meet. She passed the Sally Gardens With little snow-white feet. She bid me to take
Down by the Sally Gardens My love and I did meet. She passed the Sally Gardens With little snow-white feet. She bid me to take
By myself I’d be in Ard Ui Cuain where the mountain stands away. And tis I would let the Sundays go in the cuckoo’s glen
I pray you’ll be our eyes And watch us where we go And help us to be wise In times when we don’t know Let
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin yesterdays misfortune like a smile Once he had a future full of
Of all the money e’er I had, I spent it in good company; And of all the harm I’ve e’er done, alas was done to
Oh Mary this London’s a wonderful sight with the people here working by day and by night They don’t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
Among the walls and ruinsOf the horrid civic stoneI walked without a loverFor my older bones The sun was strong in going downIt was a
‘t Is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions are faded and gone; No flow`r of her kindred, No rosebud
I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer And I am sure there’s truth in what they say, But sure a body’s bound
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and three set sail from the County of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of