When fond lovers meet down beneath yon green bower,When fond lovers meet down beneath yon green trees,When Mary fond Mary declare to her lover,You have stolen my young heart from the banks of the Lea.I know.I loved her dearly, true and sincerely.Not any in this wide world I loved better than she.Every bush, every bower,Every sweet rosy flower,Reminds me of my Mary from the banks of the Lea.I can't wait no later on the highlands my dear Veen my love.Don't wait too late on the islands from me.Our little was our notion as we parted that evening.We were parting forever from the banks of the Lee.I loved her dearly, true and sincerely.No guarantee, no guarantee.All in this wide world I loved better than she.Every bush, every bower.Every sweet rose and flower.Reminds me of my Mary.From the banks of the Lee.I plucked for her roses.Some blooming Irish roses.I plucked for her roses.The finest ever grew.And I laid them on the grave of my own darling Mary.Where she sleeps in the churchyard.Meet the cold and silent dew.I loved her dearly, true and sincerely.No guarantee, no guarantee.Our little was our notion as we parted that evening.We were parting forever from the islands from me.Every bush, every bower.Every sweet rose and flower.Reminds me of my Mary.From the banks of the Lee.Reminds me of my Mary.From the banks of the Lee.