Song | Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór |
Artist | Cara Dillon |
Album | Rough Guide To Irish Folk |
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You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make | |
I am a young maiden in grief for my darling sake | |
My true lovers absence in sorrow I grieve full sore | |
And each day I lament for my Jimmy mó mhíle stór | |
Now these twelve months and better my darling has left these shores | |
And he'll never return till he travels the wide world o'er | |
And when he comes back he'll have silver and gold in store | |
He's the truest of lovers my Jimmy mó mhíle stór | |
My father and mother they never will give my head peace | |
Since my true love has left me to sail o'er the storm seas | |
They would give me sweetheart with money and flocks and more | |
But my heart o'er the ocean with Jimmy mó mhíle stór | |
I will go to the wild woods and stay there the rest of my days | |
Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease | |
And amongst the wild rowans with red berries all drooping o'er | |
And I'll wait for my true love, Yeh, I'll wait for my true love | |
I'll wait for my true love my Jimmy mó mhíle stór |
You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make | |
I am a young maiden in grief for my darling sake | |
My true lovers absence in sorrow I grieve full sore | |
And each day I lament for my Jimmy mo mhi le sto r | |
Now these twelve months and better my darling has left these shores | |
And he' ll never return till he travels the wide world o' er | |
And when he comes back he' ll have silver and gold in store | |
He' s the truest of lovers my Jimmy mo mhi le sto r | |
My father and mother they never will give my head peace | |
Since my true love has left me to sail o' er the storm seas | |
They would give me sweetheart with money and flocks and more | |
But my heart o' er the ocean with Jimmy mo mhi le sto r | |
I will go to the wild woods and stay there the rest of my days | |
Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease | |
And amongst the wild rowans with red berries all drooping o' er | |
And I' ll wait for my true love, Yeh, I' ll wait for my true love | |
I' ll wait for my true love my Jimmy mo mhi le sto r |
You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make | |
I am a young maiden in grief for my darling sake | |
My true lovers absence in sorrow I grieve full sore | |
And each day I lament for my Jimmy mó mhí le stó r | |
Now these twelve months and better my darling has left these shores | |
And he' ll never return till he travels the wide world o' er | |
And when he comes back he' ll have silver and gold in store | |
He' s the truest of lovers my Jimmy mó mhí le stó r | |
My father and mother they never will give my head peace | |
Since my true love has left me to sail o' er the storm seas | |
They would give me sweetheart with money and flocks and more | |
But my heart o' er the ocean with Jimmy mó mhí le stó r | |
I will go to the wild woods and stay there the rest of my days | |
Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease | |
And amongst the wild rowans with red berries all drooping o' er | |
And I' ll wait for my true love, Yeh, I' ll wait for my true love | |
I' ll wait for my true love my Jimmy mó mhí le stó r |