I rode out one evening
in the lovely month of May,
I heard a lovely maid complain,
the tears rolled from her eyes;
This is a dark and a stormy night,
those words to me did say,
My love is on the raging seas
bound to America.
My love he was a fisherman,
his age was scarce eighteen,
He was the nicest young man
that ever yet was seen;
My father he had riches great
and Reilly he was poor,
Because I loved this fisherman
they could not him endure.
John O'Reilly was my true love's name,
lived near the town of Bray,
My mother took me by the hand,
those words to me did say;
If you'll be fond of Reilly,
you must quit this country,
Your father says he'll take your life,
so shun his company.
Oh, mother dear, don't be severe,
where will you send my love?
My very heart lies in his breast
as constant as a dove;
Oh, daughter dear, I'm not severe,
here is one thousand pounds,
So send Reilly to America
to purchase there borne ground.
When Ellen got the money,
to Reilly she did run,
Saying, this very night to take your life,
my father charged a gun;
Here is one thousand pounds in gold
my mother sends to you,
So sail away to America
and I will follow you.
It was just three weeks later
they were lying by the shore,
When Reilly he came back again
and took his love away;
The ship got wrecked all hands were lost,
her father's grief was sore,
Found Reilly in her arms
and they drownded on the shore.
And in her bosom a note was found,
and it was wrote with blood,
Saying, cruel was my father
who thought to shoot my love;
So, let this be a warning
to all fair maidens so gay,
To never let the lad you love
go to America.
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