At first he courted me for a while and promised me to wed,
At first he gained my favours and from me he fled,
His love it flew like morning dew when the sun begins to shine
He quite forsook his Flora on the lovely banks of Boyne.
His hair hung down in ringlets, his cheeks were like the rose,
His teeth as white as ivory, his eyes as black as sloes,
His promises were so sincere, his accents bold and fine
He tempted me to wander from the lovely banks of Boyne.
I understand my young man to London took his way
I packed up all my jewels upon that very day,
I bid adieu to my parents and left them there to pine,
I forsook my father's dwelling-place on the lovely banks of Boyne.
To my surprise when I arrived at famous London town
I found my love was married to a lady of renown;
Young ladies guess my feelings, mind you how you pass your time,
Don't be tempted like young Flora on the lovely banks of Boyne.
Created on ... June 18, 2000