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Oh Girleen, leave that dark, weed-covered rock
And watch no more the waves white-capped with foam
Nor listen to their sighs; they only mock
Your lonely sorrowed heart; now come back home.
I don’t watch each wave that sweeps and falls,
I don’t heed the sobbing of the sea –
I’m listening for my own true lover’s call
There, can you hear now? He’s calling me….
Ah Girleen, sure it’s only the wild, wild wind,
A-wailing o’er the waters its sad song;
Put all these thoughts of him far from your mind-
To our own good god alone, the dead belong.
Ye lie, he’s mine, for from the grey sea-mist.
Yesterday evening when the sun sunk low
He came and took me in his arms and kissed my mouth
Just like he used to, long ago.
And so, I’ll not go home, but here I’ll stay
For maybe, in the smoky gloamin’ dim,
He’ll come again out o’er the showers o’ spray
And take me o’er the ragin’ seas with him.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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Oh Girleen, leave that dark, weed-covered rock
And watch no more the waves white-capped with foam
Nor listen to their sighs; they only mock
Your lonely sorrowed heart; now come back home.
I don’t watch each wave that sweeps and falls,
I don’t heed the sobbing of the sea –
I’m listening for my own true lover’s call
There, can you hear now? He’s calling me….
Ah Girleen, sure it’s only the wild, wild wind,
A-wailing o’er the waters its sad song;
Put all these thoughts of him far from your mind-
To our own good god alone, the dead belong.
Ye lie, he’s mine, for from the grey sea-mist.
Yesterday evening when the sun sunk low
He came and took me in his arms and kissed my mouth
Just like he used to, long ago.
And so, I’ll not go home, but here I’ll stay
For maybe, in the smoky gloamin’ dim,
He’ll come again out o’er the showers o’ spray
And take me o’er the ragin’ seas with him.
Note: this is an old Ulster-Scots song which was collected in the book ‘The Ulster Folk’ by Padric Gregory (London 1912).
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