The Lovely Irish Maid (Kenneth Peacock)

As I roved out one morning
in the lovely month of May
The birds sang on the trees all 'round
just at the break of day,
All things were filled with merriment
and hearts were swelled with pride,
Like the primrose and the daisies
down by Blackwater side.

I scarce had roamed a mile or more
before I chanced to spy
Two lovers fondly talking
by the Blackwater side.
Throwing his arms around her neck
this to her did say:
"I must be unkind, leave you behind,
my lovely Irish maid."

"When you sail away for Americay
some pretty girls you will see,
You may have sweethearts plenty, love,
but you never will think of me,
You will soon forget the promises
and the vows to me you made."
"While I'm in Americay I'll prove true
to my lovely Irish maid."

"I may forget the time undone
but still I will prove true,
There's not a port that I sail in
but, my love, I'll think of you,
There's not a flower on yonder bower
or leaf in yonder shade,
While I'm in Americay I'll prove true
to my lovely Irish maid."

"There are many youths who have left their homes
seeking some foreign shore,
Leaving their wives and sweethearts
and parents they'll never see more,
A-crossing the Atlantic sea
where the sailors' graves are made,
So stay on shore, don't roam no more
from your lovely Irish maid."

####.... Author unknown. Traditional ballad ....####

Collected in 1959 by Kenneth Peacock from Mrs Clara Sophia Stevens [1916-1978] of Bellburns, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports , Vol 2, pp.551-552, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.


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