If you'll be the lass of Aughrim
as I'm taking you mean to be
tell me the first token that
passed between you and me.
Oh don"t you remember
that night on yon lean hill
when we first met together
which I'm sorry now to tell.
Oh the rain falls on my heavy locks
and the dew wets my skin.
My babe lies cold within my arms
but none will let me in.
My babe lies cold within my arms
but none will let me in.
