The Irish Girl

As I roved out one evening down by the river side
 Looking all around me an Irish girl I spied
 So red and rosy were her cheeks and yellow was her hair
 And costly were the robes of gold my Irish girl did wear
 The first time that I saw my love I was sick and feeling bad
 All that I could ask of her was that she might tie my head
 I asked her if one as bad as me could ever mind again
 For love is a sore disorder, did you ever feel the pain
 Let the wind blow high and low me boys let the seas run mountains high
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by
 My love she'll not come near me for all the moan I make
 Neither will she pity me though my poor heart should break
 But if I were of noble blood and she of a lower degree
 She'd hear my lamentation and come and pity for me
 Let the wind blow high and low me boys let the seas run mountains high
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by
 My only love is fairer than the lilies that do grow
 She has voice that's clearer than any wind that blows
 She's the promise of this country like Venus in the air
 So let her go wherever she will, she's my joy and only dear
 Let the wind blow high and low me boys let the seas run mountains high
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by
 And if I were a butterfly I'd light on my love's breast
 If I were a linnet I'd sing my love to rest
 And if I were some nightingale I'd sing till the morning clear
 For once I loved an Irish girl she's my joy and only dear
 Let the wind blow high and low me boys let the seas run mountains high
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by
 Let the wind blow high and low me boys let the seas run mountains high
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by
 It is the seamen's duty the helm to stand by