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The Lass of Aughrim lyrics
Lord Gregory:
If you be the Lass of Aughrim
As I suppose you not to be,
Come tell me the last token
That passed between you and me.
The Lass of Aughrim:
Oh Gregory, don’t you remember
That night on yon lean hill?
When we both met together
Which I’m sorry now to tell.
The rain falls on my yellow locks.
The dew it wets my skin.
My babe lies cold within my arms.
Oh Gregory, let me in.
Oh Gregory, don’t you remember
One night on yon lean hill?
When we swapped rings
Off each others hands
Sorely against my will.
Yours was of the beaten gold.
Mine was but black tin.
Yours cost one guinea, love.
Mine was but one cent.
The rain falls on my yellow locks.
The dew it wets my skin.
My babe lies cold within my arms.
Oh Gregory, let me in.
Oh Gregory, don’t you remember
That night in my Father’s hall?
When you had your will of me
And that was worse than all.
The rain falls on my yellow locks.
The dew it wets my skin.
My babe lies cold within my arms.
Oh Gregory, let me in.
Bertram KottmannTranslations of "The Lass of Aughrim"
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