57 Cavan Girl

As I walk the road from Killeshandra / weary I sit down /
For it's twelve long miles along 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
For the broken pools 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.

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 said "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.