It was early in the month of May,
Down by the green field I chanced to stray.
I heard a young maiden sigh and say that the man she loved
Had strayed away.
Oh, father, father, build me a boat,
For it s over to Ireland I m yearning to float
To search for my true love through tempest and storm
For I know in his arms
I m safe from all harm.
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