When two lovers meet down
Besides 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."
I love you very dearly
So true and sincerely
There is no one in this wide world
I love better than she.
Every bush, every bower
Every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary
From the Banks of the Lee.
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