The Banks of the Lee

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

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