Moorlogh Mary

When first I saw my Moorlogh Mary, 'twas at the market of sweet Strabane

Her thrilling glances were so engaging, the hearts of young men she did trepan

Her thrilling glances bereft my senses of peace or comfort either night or day

In silent slumber I turned and murmured, "Oh Moorlogh Mary, won't you come away?"

Were I a man of great dedication, and Erin's isle at my command

I would lay my head on your throbbing bosom; in wedlock and love we'd join our hands

I'd entertain you both night and morning; in robes I'd deck you both fine and gay

And with kisses, sweet love, I would caress you - oh, Moorlogh Mary, won't you come away?

I must away to my situation; my recreation it was all in vain

On the River Mourne where the salmon sporting and the rocks re-echoing their plaintive strain

The thrush and blackbird would sing so sweetly with notes melodious on the ringer brae

And the little songbirds would join in chorus - oh, Moorlogh Mary, won't you call away?

Then fare thee well to my Moorlogh Mary; ten thousand times I bid you adieu

While breath remains in my throbbing bosom, I will never cease, love, to think of you

I must away to some lonesome valley, where tears be welling both night and day

In some silent harbor where none shall hear me - oh, Moorlogh Mary, won't you come away?