Or perhaps he's gone with some other one
To hear what she might say
And ever since I saw his face
Where the primrose blows and the violet grows
Ye winds that blow by Borden's grove
Well, if my Irish lad is lost
He's the one, I do adore
Where the trout and salmon play
Last night, I went to see my love
Will I ever see you more?
You may never see him again
Lest I might go away
I have loved that soldier boy"
Sailing over the Sea Of Maine
She said, "I loved an Irish lad
Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
And seven years, I will wait for him
To see if she'd take pity on me
To spend my youthful days
And he was my only joy
With my line and hook, delight I took
