The Leaving of Limerick
As I roved out one evening down by the Assembly Mall
I heard two lovers talking as me and my love passed on;
The words that passed between them they were but very few:
"It isn't the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of you!"
"In the morning when I'm going I'll wave my lily-white hand,
I'll wave it all over my shoulder, and adieu to Limerick Strand;
And farewell to the girls of Thomond Gate, 'tis to them I bed adieu;
It isn't the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of you!"
"when I think of the pleasant days we spent in search of treasure trove
And the hours we spent in courting away in Gabbet's Grove;
I did not then deceive you when I vowed I would be true;
It isn't the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of you!"
"And now that we must be parted 'tis hard to understand
Why I must go broken hearted away from Limerick strand;
Though, My fond love, I must leave , you know my heart it is true;
It isn't the leaving of Limerick that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of you!"