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