The Banks Of The Lee

When two lovers meet down beside the green bower
 When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree
 When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover
 "You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee"
 I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
 There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
 Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
 Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
 "Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
 Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands from me"
 How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean
 That we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee
 I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
 There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
 Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
 Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
 I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses
 I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew
 And I'll leave them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary
 In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew
 I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
 There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
 Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
 Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.