AN ISLAND FISHERMAN
I groan as I put out
My nets on the say,
To hear the little girshas shout,
Dancin' among the spray.
My nets on the say,
To hear the little girshas shout,
Dancin' among the spray.
Ochone, the childher pass
An' lave us to our grief;
The stranger took my little lass
At the fall o' the leaf.
An' lave us to our grief;
The stranger took my little lass
At the fall o' the leaf.
Why would you go so fast
With him you never knew?
In all the throuble that is past
I never frowned on you.
With him you never knew?
In all the throuble that is past
I never frowned on you.
The light of my old eyes,
The comfort o' my heart.
Waitin' for me your mother lies
In blessed Innishart.
The comfort o' my heart.
Waitin' for me your mother lies
In blessed Innishart.
Her lone grave I keep
From all the cold world wide;
But you in life an' death will sleep
The stranger beside.
From all the cold world wide;
But you in life an' death will sleep
The stranger beside.
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