The Irish Rovers – Glenarm Bay (Guitar)

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It was on a mild September morn the weather it being warm

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It had been my luck to stray along the bay of sweet Glenarm

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For the yellow corn was waving bright and everything looked gay

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And the blue waves washed the pebbles white along Glenarm Bay

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It was there I espied a charming maid a maid both young  and gay

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And the sun arose it brighter shone as she appeared that day

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I stepped up to this fair young maid and this to her did say

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What brings you here so early dear along Glenarm Bay

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She answered me right modestly  what makes you ask me so

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There’s nothing brings young women here but all young men do know

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It is the love of you my dear she answered modestly

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Sure a manly man won’t annoy me along Glenarm Bay

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Says I my dear you must not fear your request I won’t deny

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If you but knew the pain of love that in my heart does lie

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You must surely take me as your love and name the happy day

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And cure the wound that you caused me along Glenarm Bay

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Says she my dear if you’re sincere here is my heart and hand

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And I’ll never forget the happy morn that we met along the strand

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And when old age comes rolling on and our locks are turning grey

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We will always mind the happy morn we met along the Bay