Down in the willow garden Where me and my true love did meet It was there we went a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine
One evening for pleasure I rambled On the banks of some cold purling stream I set down on a bed of primroses And I gently fell into a dream I dreamt
John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger The place was strange
Where are my mama and daddy They came a long time before me Now we've come on the steamship Atlantic From our home far across the stormy sea I have
I'm one of the few, proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my
pay for your room Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad Maybe that day the lonely road wasn't so bad I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim
My pathway leads into the west They say it never really ends These legs of mine weren't made to rest I let them take me where they send me wandering
The heart is the fortune of all women kind They're always controlled, they're always confined Controlled by their parents until they are wives Then slaves
