There was a lord, lived in this town
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Who had a handsome, lovely daughter.
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She was courted by a fair young man
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Who was a servant to her father.
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But when her parents they came to know
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They swore theyd send him from the island.
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The maid she knew her heart would break
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Had she to part with young Matt Hyland.
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Then straightway unto her love she goes,
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Into his room him to awaken.
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Saying, arise my love, and go away,
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This very night you will be taken.
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I overheard my parents say
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In spite of me he will transport you.
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So arise, my love, and go away,
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I wish to God Id gone before you.
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Oh must I go, to her he said,
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Oh must I go without my wages.
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Without one penny allin my purse
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Just like some poor, forlorn stranger
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Heres fifty guineas all in bright gold
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And thats far more than father owes you.
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So take it now and go away,
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I wish to God Id gone before you.
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They both sat down upon the bed
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Just for the side of one half hour,
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Not a word did either speak,
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But down their cheeks the tears did shower.
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She rests her head upon his breast
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And round his neck her arms entwined.
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Not duke nor lord, nor earl Ill wed
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Ill wait for thee my own Matt Hyland.
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Ill wait for thee my own Matt Hyland.
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Ill wait for thee my own Matt Hyland.
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Matt Hyland
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| Andy M. Stewart |
