"The Lass of Aughrim"

"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

Oh don't you remember
That night on yon lean hill
When we both met together
Which I am sorry now to tell

The rain falls on my yellow locks
And the dew it wets my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
Lord Gregory, let me in."

Irish Traditional Song