Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the salley gardens My love and I did meet I passed the salley gardens So gently on my feet I bid him take love easy As the leaves grow on the tree But he being young and foolish With me not want agree In a field down by the river My love and I did stand And on his leaning shoulder I gently laid my hand I bid him take life easy As the grass grows on the weirs But he was young and foolish And now he is full of tears Down by the salley gardens My love and I did meet I passed the salley gardens So gently on my feet I bid him take love easy As the leaves grow on the tree But he being young and foolish With me he not want agree

I wish I was in Carrighfergus Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for nights in Ballygrant But the sea is wide, and I can't get over And neither have I wings to fly Or if I could find me a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die Now in Kilkenny, it is reported They've marble stones there, as black as ink With gold and silver, I would transport her But I'll sing no more now, 'til I get a drink I'm drunk today, but then I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Oh-oh, but I am sick now, my days are over Come all you young lads, and lay me down I wish I was in Carrighfergus Only for nights in Ballygran

This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm A dancing dream of all eternity The sand was shimmering in the morning light And dancing off the dunes so far away The night held music so sweet, so long And there we lay until the break of day We woke that morning at the onward call Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full The sun was rising in the eastern sky Just as we set out to the desert's cry Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you The tents grew smaller as we rode away On earth that tells of many passing days The months of peace and all the years of war The lives of love and all the lives of fears Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you We crossed the river beds all etched in stone And up the mighty mountains ever known Beyond the valleys in the searing heat Until we reached the caravanserai Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you What is this life that pulls me far away? What is that home where we cannot reside? What is that quest that pulls me onward? My heart is full when you are by my side Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

White are the far-off plains And white the fading forests grow The wind dies out amongst the tides And denser still the snow A gathering weight on roof and tree Falls down scarce audibly The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound Like some soft minister of dreams The snowfall hoods me around In wood and water, earth and air A silence is everywhere Save when at lonely spells Some farmer's sleigh is urged on With rustling runner and sharp bells Swings by me and is gone Or from the empty waste I hear A sound remote and clear The barking of a dog To cattle, is sharply pued Borne, echoing from some wayside stall Or barnyard far afield Then all is silent and the snow Falls settling soft and slow The evening deepens and the grey Folds closer Earth to sky The world seems shrouded, so far away Its noises sleep, and I As secret as yon buried stream Plod dumbly on and dream And dream And dream I dream And I dream

Alas my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously And I have loved you oh so long Delighting in your company Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves, my heart of gold Greensleeves was my heart of joy And who but my Lady Greensleeves I have been ready at your hand To grant whatever thou would'st crave I have waged both life and land Your love and goodwill for to have Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold Greensleeves was my heart of joy And who but my Lady Greensleeves Thy petticoat of sendle white With gold embroidered gorgeously Thy petticoat of silk and white And these I bought thee gladly Greensleeves was my heart of gold Greensleeves was my heart of joy Greensleeves was my heart of joy And who but my Lady Greensleeves