Thank God Shane finally got some new toofusses.
Vocals by Mary Black...Both Sides the Tweed
There are tons of recordings of this song by dozens of artists but this one is probably my fave
The high walls of Derry look so dismal and grey,
And so does lovely Johnny. He is now going away.
He is going to bonny Scotland some sweetheart to see.
May the high powers above send him safe home to me.
Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, do you mind the day
When you came to my window to steal me away?
You promised you would marry me up above female kind.
Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
Oh, Annie, lovely Annie, it was all but in jest,
For I never intended to make you my best.
I never intended to make you my wife.
Oh, Annie, lovely Annie, all the days of my life.
The first time I met you, 'tis well I do own,
'Twas in my father's garden in the County Tyrone,
With my white apron round us, to shield out the wind.
Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
And the next place we sported, 'twas in yonder green grove,
Where the blackberry bushes around us they stood,
Where the oak and the apple around us did twine,
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
A bunch of blue ribbons I will tie up and wear,
And a wreath of forget-me-nots I will twine round my hair.
And if ever he returns again, I will greet him with joy,
And I will kiss the lips of my own Johnny boy.
And smal[Am]l birds are[D] singing in the trees
Their little hearts are[G] glad but[Am] mine is very[D7] sad
For my[G] true love is[Am] far away from[D7] me
All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you indure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
It's a woe that no mortal can endure
A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
In velvet so green I will appear
And it's then I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I;ll find tidings of my dear
The rose upon the briar and the water running free
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
For my true love is absent from me.