Banks Of The Lee

When two lovers meet down beside the green ocean
When two lovers meet beneath the green tree
And Mary my fond Mary to her love she is declaring
You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee.

I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
There is no-one in this wide world I loved so much as she
Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the Banks of the Lee.

Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands from me
How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean
That we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee.

I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the Banks of the Lee.

I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses
I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew
And I will place them on the mound of my own darling true love
In that cold and silent valley where she lies beneath the dew.

I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the Banks of the Lee.