The Banks Of The Lee (Silly Wizard)

When two lovers meet down beside the green bower When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover "You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee" Chorus: I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee. "Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands from me" How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean That we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee Chorus I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew And I'll leave them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew Chorus