The Hills of Sweet Lislea

Oh my dearest Martha
Forgive the shaking hand
We're waiting to go over
To go to no man's land
And though we know many will fall
We must be ready when we hear the call
Oh I'd rather be far away from this hell
And in your arms to stay

Until we grow old
Grow old and grey
With you to hold
I would never ever stray
From the bonny bonny hills of sweet Lislea

Save James from being a soldier
May he never cross that line
And you - my life's companion
I'm sorry we hadn't more time
I was blessed the day when we first met
Down by Camlough lake in your lilac dress
I was bIessed the day that you said yes
To be as one always

Until we grow old
Grow old and grey
With you to hold
I would never ever stray
From the bonny bonny hills of sweet Lislea

And so the hour's upon us
The whistle soon will blow
Here in my breast pocket
They will find this final note
Here beside your photograph
With your lock of hair beside my heart
Oh I pray tomorrow I can rip it apart
And live to see the day

When we grow old
Grow old and grey
With you to hold
I would never ever stray
From the bonny bonny hills
Those rolling bonny hills
Oh the bonny bonny hills sweet of Lislea
(Artists - Goitse. Written by Finbar Magee)