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