Folk ballad for Mayo

Mayo Rosaleen

Strolling round the Westport fair, early in the forenoon
There I spied a maiden fair, Rosaleen of Killadoon
Men ye sing of girls from Clare, a flower here, a rose from there
The fairest rose that e're has been, my own dear Mayo Rosaleen

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Love her still; always will
She's my queen, my Mayo Rosaleen

'ere the evening closed the day, I asked to see her father
The sinking sun was on Clew Bay, I swore I'd wed no other
He told me I might dare to hope, if I could win the heart of
the fairest rose that e're has been, my own dear Mayo Rosaleen
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So I won and lost her to the arms of death's deep slumber
Rosaleen I'm lonely now, and so the days I number
Men ye sing of girls from Clare, a flower her, a rose from there
The fairest rose that e're has been, my own dear Mayo Rosaleen
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