When true lovers meet down beside the green bower
When true lovers meet down beneath the green tree
When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her true love
"You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee"
I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she
Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
"Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands from me"
But it's little was my notion when we parted on the ocean
That we were forever partin by the Banks of the Lee
I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she
Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
I will pull my love her some roses, the fairest e'er seen
And I'll leave them on the grave of my own dear darlin Mary
In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew
I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world I loved more than she
Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.