*sung with an irish accent*
Where true lovers meet. Beneath the green bowers.
Where true lovers meet. Beneath the green trees.
And Mary, fond Mary, she says unto her true love..
"You have stolen my young heart, by the banks of the Lee."
For I love her very dearly. Most truly and sincerely.
There is no one in this wide world I love more than shee.
Every bush, every bower..every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary...on the banks of the Lee.
Oh doncha stay out too late love, on the moorlands my Mary.
Oh doncha stay out too late..on the moorlands for me.
But it's little was my notion... when we parted by the ocean...that we were forever partin by...the banks of the Lee.
For I love her very dearly. Most truly and sincerely.
There is no one in this wide world I love more than shee.
Every bush, every bower..every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary...on the banks of the Lee.
Oh I will pick my love some roses. Some wild Irish roses.
I will pick my love some roses Oh! The fairest to see..
And I'll lay them on the grave....of my own dear darlin Mary.
On that cold...and silent grave. Where she sleeps neath the dew.
For I love her very dearly....most truly...and sincerly.
There is no one in this wide worl...I love more than she.
Every bush...every bower. Every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary on....the banks of the Lee.
Oh on the banks of the Lee.
Banks of the Lee- Silly Wizard.
Where true lovers meet. Beneath the green bowers.
Where true lovers meet. Beneath the green trees.
And Mary, fond Mary, she says unto her true love..
"You have stolen my young heart, by the banks of the Lee."
For I love her very dearly. Most truly and sincerely.
There is no one in this wide world I love more than shee.
Every bush, every bower..every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary...on the banks of the Lee.
Oh doncha stay out too late love, on the moorlands my Mary.
Oh doncha stay out too late..on the moorlands for me.
But it's little was my notion... when we parted by the ocean...that we were forever partin by...the banks of the Lee.
For I love her very dearly. Most truly and sincerely.
There is no one in this wide world I love more than shee.
Every bush, every bower..every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary...on the banks of the Lee.
Oh I will pick my love some roses. Some wild Irish roses.
I will pick my love some roses Oh! The fairest to see..
And I'll lay them on the grave....of my own dear darlin Mary.
On that cold...and silent grave. Where she sleeps neath the dew.
For I love her very dearly....most truly...and sincerly.
There is no one in this wide worl...I love more than she.
Every bush...every bower. Every wild Irish flower...
Reminds me of my Mary on....the banks of the Lee.
Oh on the banks of the Lee.
Banks of the Lee- Silly Wizard.
kreatinkaos:
Would you really sing that
robscarlett:
I would...and well.