Banks of the Lee w/ The Tempest

I loved her very dearly
So true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world
I loved better than she

Every bush, every bower
Every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary
On the banks of the Lee

Don't stay out late, love
On the moorlands, my Mary
Don't stay out late, love
On the moorlands from me

How little was our notion
When we parted on the ocean
That we were forever parted
From the banks of the Lee

I will pluck her some roses
Some blooming Irish roses
I will pluck her some roses
The fairest that ever grew

And I'll lay them on the grave
Of my own true lovely Mary
In that cold and silent churchyard
Where she sleeps 'neath the dew

I loved her very dearly
So true and sincerely
There was no one in this wide world
I loved better than she

Every bush, every bower
Every sweet Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary
On the banks of the Lee