Oh, I wish that I was in England, in France or even in Spain
But wherever dwells my young and little lover to hold an ear again
Wherever dwells my young and little lover to hold an ear again
Oh, long time I have been roaming in country and in town
But never in my wandering met a maid of such a renown
Never in my wandering met a maid of such a renown
Oh, until I met her me true love on the slopes of Knock in the Shee
Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free
Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free
Oh, I wish that I was in England, in France or even in Spain
But wherever dwells my young and little lover to hold an ear again
Oh, me true love she did promise me some land with ample and coin
And under ample pastures for landed to build a mansion fine
And under ample pastures for landed to build a mansion fine
But then my love she left me and she wandered far away
And I've been searching for my love for many's the night and day
I've been searching for my love for many's the night and day
I wish that I was in England or wherever she may be
That I could go and call her name and together we could be
That I could go and call her name and together we could be
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