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Edward Boyle (trad)
Ye tender hearted maidens Of a high or a low degree Likewise you foolish lovers Come listen unto me Whilst here I am be-wailing The youth that I adore That has now fled from my arms Bound for Columbia shore
In the time I well remember It being the month of May When Flora's flow'ry mantle Bedeck'd the meadows gay The fields were decorated And nature seemed to smile It was there I parted from my own true love My charming Edward Boyle
His friends and kind relations They did him now convey Unto Belfast town of high renown Until they reached the quay With a heart undaunted, he set sail He left his Shamrock Shore All joy be with you, Edward Boyle Will I never see you more
In the county of Fermanagh In the parish of Roslea In the hills of Graugh-da-waddy In the mountains of Tribay Brought up by honest parents 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 All free from grief and toil Ah but now they are sunk in sorrow For the loss of young Edward Boyle
This country has got lonesome Since young Edward went away He was the pride of the college lands How sweet his flute could play The young men all both great and small They swore they'd leave the soil In hopes once more on Columbia's shore They would meet with young Edward Boyle
My curse on you, Columbus 'Twas you who found out the way And likewise to Amerikay That has stolen my love away From that time down sure we are bound In hardship, grief and toil To lament and mourn for our love's return Like I for young Edward Boyle
Now to conclude and finish Young men and maids be true Let never you part for riches great As some false lovers do Was I posessed of the universe Or St. Patrick's blessed Isle I would part with it all tomorrow For one sight of you, Edward Boyle
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