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