The banks of Brandy Wine, song

Michael McGonigle (James Eoghain), singing in English
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Lyrics

One morning very early all in the month of May
As I roved out to take the air all nature it was gay
The moon had not yet veiled her face but through the trees did shine
As I wandered for amusement on the banks of the Brandywine

Through many rough and craggy rocks and bushes of small groves
And many lovely ancient trees their leaves were putting forth
As I wandered up those lonely banks where murmuring streams do join
A pretty maid she caught my view on the banks of the Brandywine

At such an early hour I was surprised to see
A pretty maid with downcast eyes all on those banks so gay
I modestly saluted her she knew not my design
I requested her sweet company on the banks of the Brandywine

She said young man be civil my company forsake
For in my real opinion I think you are a rake
My love’s a valiant sailor lad he's gone to the main
While comfortless I wander on the banks of the Brandywine

I mean not to afflict your mind but rather it to ease
Those dreadful apprehensions that's in your mind might cease
Your love my dear in wedlock bands another one has joined
She swooned into my arms on the banks of the Brandywine

The many rough and craggy rocks re-echoed back her strain
The pleasant groves and rural shades did echo to her pain
How often has he promised me in Hymen's chains to join
Now I'm a maid forsaken on the banks of the Brandywine

Oh no my dear that never shall be behold your Henry now
I'll clasp you to my bosom love I'll not forget my vow
It's now I know you're true my dear in Hymen's chains we'll join
And we'll bless the happy hour we met on the banks of the Brandywine