Liricí AmhránSong Lyrics



As recorded by John Doyle on Evening Comes Early

Sovay, Sovay, all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array
With a sword and pistol all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love away did ride
As she was riding over the plain
She met her true love and bid him stand
"Your gold and silver, kind sir," she said
"Or else this moment, or else this moment your life I'll have"
And when she'd robbed him of his store
She said, "Kind sir, there's just one thing more--
A golden ring which I know you have
Deliver it, your, deliver it, your sweet life to save"
"The golden ring a token is;
My life I'll lose, the ring I'll save"
Being tender-hearted just like a dove,
She rode away from, she rode away from her true love
Next morning in the garden green
Just like true lovers they were seen
He spied his watch hanging by her cloak
Which made him blush like, which made him blush like any rose
"What makes you blush at so silly a thing?
I thought to have had your golden ring
'Twas I that robbed you all on the plain
So here's your watch again, here's your watch and your gold again
"For I did intend and it was to know
If you were my true love or no
Well, now I have a contented mind
My heart and all my, my heart and all my gear is thine"