Broken-Hearted Tom, the Lover.I’m lonesome since I cross’d the saes,My mind is never aisy;No mortal sowl can give relaif—In troth, I’m getting crazy.The burning tears roll down me chakes,In faith, they nearly blind me;I weep and sigh, both night and day,For the Girl I left behind me.The lovely lass I courted long,She lives in Tipperary;Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,And they call’d her black-eyed Mary.In summer’s night I took delight,Her beauty so inclined me,A thousand crowns I’d give to seeThe Girl I left behind me.In foreign lands compell’d to roam,Yet often think of Mary:The black-eyed lass that won my heartThat lives in Tipperary.On distant shores I weep and sigh,Without a friend to mind me;Bad luck unto the ship that sail’dAnd left the Girl behind me.If e’er I land on Erin’s shore,I’ll haste to Tipperary;Within me arms I will embraceMe lovely black-eyed Mary.With her I’ll dwell while life shall last,For she’d roam the world to find me,From Mary I’ll not wander more,The Girl I left behind me.
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the saes,My mind is never aisy;No mortal sowl can give relaif—In troth, I’m getting crazy.The burning tears roll down me chakes,In faith, they nearly blind me;I weep and sigh, both night and day,For the Girl I left behind me.The lovely lass I courted long,She lives in Tipperary;Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,And they call’d her black-eyed Mary.In summer’s night I took delight,Her beauty so inclined me,A thousand crowns I’d give to seeThe Girl I left behind me.In foreign lands compell’d to roam,Yet often think of Mary:The black-eyed lass that won my heartThat lives in Tipperary.On distant shores I weep and sigh,Without a friend to mind me;Bad luck unto the ship that sail’dAnd left the Girl behind me.If e’er I land on Erin’s shore,I’ll haste to Tipperary;Within me arms I will embraceMe lovely black-eyed Mary.With her I’ll dwell while life shall last,For she’d roam the world to find me,From Mary I’ll not wander more,The Girl I left behind me.
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the saes,My mind is never aisy;No mortal sowl can give relaif—In troth, I’m getting crazy.The burning tears roll down me chakes,In faith, they nearly blind me;I weep and sigh, both night and day,For the Girl I left behind me.The lovely lass I courted long,She lives in Tipperary;Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,And they call’d her black-eyed Mary.In summer’s night I took delight,Her beauty so inclined me,A thousand crowns I’d give to seeThe Girl I left behind me.In foreign lands compell’d to roam,Yet often think of Mary:The black-eyed lass that won my heartThat lives in Tipperary.On distant shores I weep and sigh,Without a friend to mind me;Bad luck unto the ship that sail’dAnd left the Girl behind me.If e’er I land on Erin’s shore,I’ll haste to Tipperary;Within me arms I will embraceMe lovely black-eyed Mary.With her I’ll dwell while life shall last,For she’d roam the world to find me,From Mary I’ll not wander more,The Girl I left behind me.
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the saes,My mind is never aisy;No mortal sowl can give relaif—In troth, I’m getting crazy.The burning tears roll down me chakes,In faith, they nearly blind me;I weep and sigh, both night and day,For the Girl I left behind me.
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the saes,
My mind is never aisy;
No mortal sowl can give relaif—
In troth, I’m getting crazy.
The burning tears roll down me chakes,
In faith, they nearly blind me;
I weep and sigh, both night and day,
For the Girl I left behind me.
The lovely lass I courted long,She lives in Tipperary;Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,And they call’d her black-eyed Mary.In summer’s night I took delight,Her beauty so inclined me,A thousand crowns I’d give to seeThe Girl I left behind me.
The lovely lass I courted long,
She lives in Tipperary;
Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,
And they call’d her black-eyed Mary.
In summer’s night I took delight,
Her beauty so inclined me,
A thousand crowns I’d give to see
The Girl I left behind me.
In foreign lands compell’d to roam,Yet often think of Mary:The black-eyed lass that won my heartThat lives in Tipperary.On distant shores I weep and sigh,Without a friend to mind me;Bad luck unto the ship that sail’dAnd left the Girl behind me.
In foreign lands compell’d to roam,
Yet often think of Mary:
The black-eyed lass that won my heart
That lives in Tipperary.
On distant shores I weep and sigh,
Without a friend to mind me;
Bad luck unto the ship that sail’d
And left the Girl behind me.
If e’er I land on Erin’s shore,I’ll haste to Tipperary;Within me arms I will embraceMe lovely black-eyed Mary.With her I’ll dwell while life shall last,For she’d roam the world to find me,From Mary I’ll not wander more,The Girl I left behind me.
If e’er I land on Erin’s shore,
I’ll haste to Tipperary;
Within me arms I will embrace
Me lovely black-eyed Mary.
With her I’ll dwell while life shall last,
For she’d roam the world to find me,
From Mary I’ll not wander more,
The Girl I left behind me.