When two lovers meet down beside the green bower
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When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree
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When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover
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"You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee"
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I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely
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There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
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Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower
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Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
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"Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
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Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands from me"
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How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean
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That we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee
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I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses
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I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew
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And I'll leave them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary
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In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew
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The Banks Of The Lee
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| Silly Wizard |
