The Cavan girl, song

Eddie Grant, singing in English
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As I walk the road from Killeshandra it’s weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
The Oughter and the road I take it seems beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair.

The autumn chains aroundthe trees the leaves will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats defies my fate and once again I sigh
For the broken pool of sky reminds me of the colour of her eyes.

At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning it’s there she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll talk to me a while.

So next Sunday evening finds me homeward Killeshandra bound
To work one week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride at least she'd not said no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her I'll go.