[print] (Trad) Where true lovers meet Beneath the green bower Where true lovers meet Out beneath the green tree And Mary, fond Mary She says unto her true love "You have stolen my young heart On the Banks of the Lee"
For I loved her very dearly Most truely and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I loved more than she Every bush and every bower Every wild Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary On the Banks of the Lee
Don't stay out too late, love On the moorlands, my Mary Don't stay out too late, love On the moorlands for me But it's little was my notion When we parted by the ocean That we were forever parting By the Banks of the Lee
For I loved her very dearly Most truely and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I loved more than she Every bush and every bower Every wild Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary On the Banks of the Lee
I will pull my love some roses Some wild Irish roses I will pull my love some roses The fairest to see And I'll lay them on the graveside Of my own dear darling Mary On that cold and silent grave Where she sleeps 'neath the dew
For I loved her very dearly Most truely and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I loved more than she Every bush and every bower Every wild Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary On the Banks of the Lee