Willie And Mary - Déanta

As Willie and Mary met by the seaside

A long farewell for to take

Said Mary to Willie if you go away

I'm afraid my poor heart it might break

Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary he said

As he clasped his fond maid to his side

In my absence don't mourn for when I return

I will make you sweet Mary my bride

Seven long years had passed and no word at last

Mary stood by her own cottage door

A beggar came by with a patch on his eye

Bedraggled and ragged and tore

Your charity fair maid bestow upon me

Your fortune I'll tell you beside

Your lad that you mourn will never return

To make little Mary his bride

She slipped and she started saying all that I have

It's freely to you I will give

If you tell me true what I now ask of you

Is my Willie dead or alive

He's living said he though in sad poverty

And shipwrecked he has been beside

When he'd money untold and pockets of gold

He'd have made little Mary his bride

Then if he is dead no other I'll wed

No other I'll have by my side

For in riches though rolled or covered with gold

He'd have made his own Mary his bride

Then the patch off his eye the old beggar let fly

His old coat and crutches beside

And in sailor's blue clothes and with cheeks like the rose

It was Willie who stood by her side

Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary he said

It was only your faith that I tried

To the church we'll away by the break of the day

And I'll make little Mary my bride