DUNMORE

DUNMORE

Meeting is not a pleasant thing between my love and I,
Adown by yonder valley I'll meet my love bye and bye,
Adown by yonder valley my love will come to me,
I'll sit and drink with Molly beneath the spreading tree.

Going to Mass last Sunday my true love passed me by,
I knew her mind was altered by the rolling of her eye;
I knew her mind was altered by a man of high degree,
And charming lovely Molly, her looks quite wounded me.

Don't you remember, Molly, when you gave me your right hand,
You said you loved one only; and Molly I'm the man;
But since you've proved deceitful you may wed with whom you please
And now my heart is breaking and Molly is at her ease

Farewell to the sweet Saintfield Banks, and likewise old Dunmore
And adieu dear lovely Molly, the girl that I adore;
Though America lies far away that land I'll go to see,
And the he may be crying forever that parted my love and me!

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