Cavan Girl
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh
As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killeshandra bound -
To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her I'll go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh
As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killeshandra bound -
To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her I'll go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
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Writer(s): T. Moore
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