Lyric John Reilly

Fair young maiden
All in the garden
Strange young man
Passed her by
Said: "Fair maid
Will you marry me?"
This, then, sir,
Was her reply

"Oh no, kind sir
I canot marry thee
For my beloved
Who sails out on the sea
He s been gone
For seven years
And still no man
Shall marry me

Well if he s in
Some battle salin
Well I will die
When the moon [ ? ]
Or if he s drowned
In the dark salt sea
I ll be true
To his memory."

He picked her up
All in his arms
And kisses gave her
One, two and three
Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly"

Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly"