By the Lakes of Killarney
Words and Music by Annie B. O'Shea
Words and Music by Annie B. O'Shea
Note: A page was missing from this copy, so the lyrics are incomplete by one and a half lines for each verse
Verse 1: sorrow and care,
For I know of a lass there, who loves me sincerely,
And she is the one who my bounty will share,
For I know of a lass there, who loves me sincerely,
And she is the one who my bounty will share,
A fair summer eve by the Lakes of Killarney,
I asked her to be my own dear little bride,
And when I had told her my words were no blarney,
She promised so sweetly with me to abide.
I asked her to be my own dear little bride,
And when I had told her my words were no blarney,
She promised so sweetly with me to abide.
Chorus: The girl I shall marry lives in County Kerry,
She's the sweetest and comeliest lass in the land,
And I long to tarry with my little Mary,
Fore'er by the Lakes of Killarney.
She's the sweetest and comeliest lass in the land,
And I long to tarry with my little Mary,
Fore'er by the Lakes of Killarney.
Verse 2: her while at toil,
For I know that two eyes for me only are beaming,
Across the wide ocean on old Ireland's soil,
For I know that two eyes for me only are beaming,
Across the wide ocean on old Ireland's soil,
Sure why should my heart than be troubled with sadness,
I know that my own little lassie is true,
While fond expectations still fill me with gladness,
And soften my labor like sweet morning dew.
I know that my own little lassie is true,
While fond expectations still fill me with gladness,
And soften my labor like sweet morning dew.
Chorus: The girl I shall marry lives in County Kerry,
She's the sweetest and comeliest lass in the land,
And I long to tarry with my little Mary,
Fore'er by the Lakes of Killarney.
She's the sweetest and comeliest lass in the land,
And I long to tarry with my little Mary,
Fore'er by the Lakes of Killarney.
