The Leaving Of Limerick

As I roved out one evening - down by the Assembly Mall
 I heard two lovers speaking - as me and my love passed on
 But words that passed between them - they were but very few:
 "It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
 But my darling, leaving you!"
 "In the morning when I am going I will take you by the lily-white hand,
 And I'll wave it all over my shoulder, sayin' adieu to the Limerick Strand;
 So farewell to the boys of Thomond Gate, it's to them I bid adieu;
 It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
 But my darling, leaving you!"
 "But now that we must be parted - I know you will understand,
 Why I must go broken hearted far away from my native land;
 Though, My fond love, I must leave you, you know my heart is true;
 It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
 But my darling, leaving you!"
 Though, My fond love, I must leave you, you know my heart is true;
 It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
 But my darling, leaving you!"