My Cavan Girl-Mick Galvin

Cavan Girl - Mick Galvin As I walk the road from Killeshandra Weary I sit down For it's twelve long miles around the lake To get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go Once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach My Cavan girl so fair The autumn shades are on the leaves Trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems The colour of her hair My gaze retreat defies my feet And once again I sigh When the broken pool of sky reminds The colour of her eyes At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning It's there she can be found She seems to have the eye of every Boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men She'll talk to me a while So next Sunday evening finds me homeward Killeshandra Bound To work the week till I return To court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride At least she is not say no So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself And back to her I'll go So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself And back to her I'll go