Adieu to Green Meadows

Adieu to the green meadows To the wild flowers blooming fair
Since Mary Morris left me I cant be happy there
Both stood to see the sun go down And river onward flow
But Mary's gone and left the Town And I know not where to go.

I loved one Mary Morris At the bottom o' the glen
Then wild flower o' the forest She's half as sweet agen
Her hue upon the brere grew There's freckles near her chin
Her lips out shine the dear rose That smells so sweet within.

Dull looks the meadows grasses Since Mary went away
Fairest o' country lasses And I wish her here to day
Now the beanfields are in blossom And the meadow sweet looks gay
I would lean upon her bosom And kiss all my cares away.
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