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One Morning as I rambled
So early in the Spring,
'Twas in the lovely month of May
And the birds sang in the trees;
All things seemed full of merriment
And fully in their bloom,
Like the primrose and the daisies
Down by the dark water side.
I scarcely roamed a mile or more,
It was by chance I spied,
A loving couple talking,
Down by the dark water side;
He twined his arms around her waist,
These words to her he did say:
"While I'm in America, I'll prove true,
To my lovely Irish maid."
"When you go to America,
Some Yankee girl you'll see,
And you'll have sweethearts plenty, love,
You'll never think of me;
You'll soon forget the promises,
And the vows you made to me,
While leaving me broken hearted,
Your lovely Irish maid."
"I may forget the time undone,
But still I will prove true,
There's not a port that I'll sail in,
But, my love, I'll think of you;
There's not a flower in yonder field,
Or leaf on yonder tree,
But will remind, leaving you behind,
My lovely Irish maid."
Oh, many's a lad leaving his home,
To seek some foreign shore,
Leaving their wives and sweethearts,
For them they'll never see more;
While crossing the Atlantic seas,
Where the sailors' graves are made,
So stay on shore and roam no more,
From your lovely Irish maid.
"Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny,
Since you won't stay at home,
It's all around both night and day,
Through life and death I'll roam."
Those were the words that won his heart,
These words to her he did say:
"I'll stay on shore and roam no more,
From my lovely Irish maid."
