Pat Murphy’s meadow, song

Roseanne McGonigle (Gillespie), singing in English
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Lyrics

The autumn winds are here again and the night winds chilly grow
The wood land turns to golden hue and the harvest moon's aglow
To hear again of days long gone to come no more I know
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago

I see again the blue ocean and the distant sails afar
As the maiden in the meadow strikes up Dark Lough Na Gar
There was music soft and tender in the breeze that whispered low
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago

Where are the happy boys and girls that danced the gay quadrille
Or the singer who warbled sweetly The Burning Granite Mill
To hear again at sunset Where Sweet Afton Waters Flow
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago

Those days are but a memory like the snows of yester year
And when evening shades are falling all alone I shed a tear
On my cheek I feel the soft touch of the winds that whisper low
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago