Debra Cowan - Edward Boyle (trad) Lyrics
Ye tender hearted maidensOf a high or a low degreeLikewise you foolish loversCome listen unto meWhilst here I am be-wailingThe youth that I adoreThat has now fled from my armsBound for Columbia shoreIn the time I well rememberIt being the month of MayWhen Flora's flow’ry mantleBedeck'd the meadows gayThe fields were decoratedAnd nature seemed to smileIt was there I parted from my own true loveMy charming Edward BoyleHis friends and kind relationsThey did him now conveyUnto Belfast town of high renownUntil they reached the quayWith a heart undaunted, he set sailHe left his Shamrock ShoreAll joy be with you, Edward BoyleWill I never see you moreIn the county of FermanaghIn the parish of RosleaIn the hills of Graugh-da-waddyIn the mountains of TribayBrought up by honest parentsAll free from grief and toilAh but now they are sunk in sorrowFor the loss of young Edward BoyleThis country has got lonesomeSince young Edward went awayHe was the pride of the college landsHow sweet his flute could playThe young men all both great and smallThey swore they'd leave the soilIn hopes once more on Columbia's shoreThey would meet with young Edward BoyleMy curse on you, Columbus'Twas you who found out the wayAnd likewise to AmerikayThat has stolen my love awayFrom that time down sure we are boundIn hardship, grief and toilTo lament and mourn for our love's returnLike I for young Edward BoyleNow to conclude and finishYoung men and maids be trueLet never you part for riches greatAs some false lovers doWas I posessed of the universeOr St. Patrick's blessed IsleI would part with it all tomorrowFor one sight of you, Edward Boyle
