Bonny Irish Boy

His name I love to mention, in Ireland he was born,
I loved him very dearly but alas, from me he's gone;
He's gone to America, he promised to send for me,
But the face of my Bonny Irish Boy I can no longer see.

I engaged my passage to New York, and on arriving there
To seek and find my Irish boy I quickly did prepare;
I searched New York and Providence and Boston all in vain,
But the face of my bonny Irish boy was nowhere to be seen.

I went to Philadelphia and from there to Baltimore;
I searched the State of Maryland, I searched it o'er and o'er;
I prayed that I might find im wherever he might be,
But the face of my bonny Irish boy I nowhere there could see.

One night as I lay on my bed I dreamt I was his bride,
And sitting on the Blue Bell Hill and he sat by my side,
A-gathering of primroses, like the happy days of yore;
I awoke quite broken-hearted in the city of Baltimore.

Early then next morning a knock came to my door;
I heard his voice, I knew it was the lad I did adore,
I hurried up to let him in, I never felt such joy
As when I fell into the arms of my bonny Irish boy.

Farewell to Londonderry, I ne'er shall see you more,
Ah, many a pleasant night we spent along the sweet Lone Moor;
Our pockets light, our hearts were good, and we longing to be free,
And talking of a happy home in the land of Liberty.
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