Oh draw near each young lover   Give ear to my story that bears my sad mournful tale   Come and join me in chorus and lend me your pity   Whilst I my misfortune bewail      The grief of my poor heart no tongue can disclose   My cheeks are now pale they once bloomed like the rose   And it's all for a young man whom I do suppose   Is now far from sweet Erin the Green      Now when we were children   We walked out together along the green meadows so neat   And although we were childish we loved one another   Whilst gathering the wild berries sweet      It was to sweet Garvagh where we went to school   He was first in his class and correct in each rule   And I cheerfully walked home by Kilnacoole   With the flower of sweet Erin the Green      Oh, his head on my breast   And he used to reposed each evening under the shade   A song in my praises, my darling composed   And he styled me the cool Derry maid      At the time I denied him I'd die for his sake   It was little I thought my denial he'd take   Oh but my own misfortune I made a mistake   When he left me on Erin the Green