The Irish Girl

I stepped out one morning

Down by the riverside;

I cast my eyes all around me,

That blue-eyed girl I spied.

So red and rosy were her cheeks,

And yellow was her hair,

How costly was the jewellery

That blue-eyed girl did wear.

Tears came rolling down her cheeks,

How mournful she did cry:

"My love has gone and left me,

And surely I will die."

Love, it is a killing thing

Did you ever feel the pang?

How hard it is to be in love

And can't be loved again.

I wish I were in New Orleans,

A-sitting in my chair,

A glass of brandy in my hand,

My arms around my dear.

I'd wish for whiskey, Roman wine,

I'd drink before I'd go;

I'd sail through the deepest ocean,

Let the wind blow high or low.