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For I loved her very dearly, most
truly 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 on my Mary on the banks of the Lee
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
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
I will pull my love some roses, some
wild Irish roses
I wiIl 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
As sung by Silly Wizard