Her Mantle So Green

Sinead O'Connor
As I went out walking, one morning in June
To view the fair fields, and the valleys in bloom;
I spied a pretty fair maid, she appeared like a queen,
With her costly fine robes and her mantle so green
Says I, my pretty fair maid, wont you come with me,
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll both join in wedlock, and married weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll be;
I will dress you in fine linen, youâ"š¬â"ž¢ll appear like a queen,
With your costly fine robes and your mantle so green.
Says she, now my young man, you must be excused,
For Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll wed no man, so you must be refused;
To the green woods I will wander and shun all menâ"š¬â"ž¢s view
For the boy I love dearly lies in farmed waterloo.
Well if youâ"š¬â"ž¢re not married, say your loverâ"š¬â"ž¢s name
I fought in that battle, so I might know the same.
Draw near to my garment, and there you will see
His name is embroidered on my mantle so green.
In the ribbon of her mantle, there I did behold,
His name and his surname, in letters of gold
Young William Oâ"š¬â"ž¢Riley, appeared in my view
He was my chief comrade back in farmed waterloo
And as he lay dying, I heard his last cry
â"š¬í…"If you were here lovely Nancy Iâ"š¬â"ž¢d be willing to dieâ"š¬?
And as I told her this story, in anguish she flew,
And the more that I told her, the paler she grew
So I smiled on my Nancy, â"š¬í‹Å“twas I broke your heart,
In your fathers garden, that day we did part
And this is the truth, and the truth I declare,
Oh hereâ"š¬â"ž¢s your love token the gold ring I wear.