Traditional Irish Folk
The Lass of Aughrim
[Verse 1]
If you'll be the lass of Aughrim
As I am taking you mean to be
Tell me the first token
That passed between you and me
[Verse 2]
Oh don't you remember
One night on your green hill
When we both sat together
Which I'm sorely now to tell
[Chorus]
The rain falls on my heavy locks
And the dew wets my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
But nothing let me in
[Outro]
My babe lies cold within my arms
But nothing let me in