The Banks of Sullane |
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It was early on a bright harvest morning, I strayed by the banks of Sullane To gaze on such beauties of nature As grace every woodland and lawn Oh the prospect was surely enchanting, As gay lassies in juvenile plume Promenaded by the banks of that river That flows by the town of Macroom.
2. I being airy and fond of recreation | 3. I rose with great joy and admiration And accosted this damsel most fair For to me she appeared like Venus Adorned with jewels so rare Were I ruler of France or of Prussia It's with me you'd soon wear the crown And I'd join you in wedlock my darling You're the beauty of sweet Masseytown.
4. We walked and we talked on together |
5. And its now I've retired from my roving With a heart full of sorrow and grief There is no one on earth can console me Or give me one moment's relief I will roam through the African Desert Until death summons me to my tomb For the sake of that charming fair Helen That I met near the town of Macroom. |