My Love Came to Dublin

My love came to Dublin one fine Sunday morning
My love came to Dublin to honour me there
He wore a green ribbon all about his blue bonnet
And I wore a bangle of gold in my hair

Well, the leaves they were green on that fine Sunday morning
But now they are falling, they're winding the bough
And I never asked him to buy me a ring
Fall down very lightly, you leaves, on me now

Now the good girls they sleep in all their fine modesty
The bad girls sleep in the height of their shame
But I must lie alone in the cold by the river
Till I see my true love come back with my name

I won't ask the clergy for prayers in the chapel
And I won't hear the minister saying his prayers
I'll go out to the mood of the birch trees and branches
And I'll ask them to raise up their arms in the air

I will make my love some shoes of the finest Spanish leather
I will make my love a coat, the finest ever seen
And he'll walk like a lord through the City of Dublin
And I'll walk beside him in a mantle of green