Grá geal mo Chroí


At the foot of Newry mountain, clear water does flow
There lives a wee lassie far whiter than snow
She’s slender in the waist for all young men to see
And her name in plain Irish is Grá geal mo Chroí

‘Twas on a summer’s morning as I walked along
Down by yon green valley, I heard a fine song
It was a fair damsel, and her voice rang most clear
Saying “How blessed would I be if my darling was here”

I then drew up near to a shade that was green
Where the leaves grew about and she scarce could be seen
And it was her whole cry, “O my darling come away
For without your loving company no longer can I stay

That the moon, it may darken and show us no light
And the bright stars of heaven fall down from their height
That the rocks may all melt and the mountains remove
The hour I prove false to the fair one I love

If I were an empress and had the care of a crown
And had I all the money that’s for it laid down
I would freely return it to the boy that I love
And mind I’d resign to the great God above

Like a sheet of white paper, is her neck and her breast
Her bright eyes a-shining have robbed me of rest
She’s a pattern of virtue wherever she goes
And her cheeks I compare to the red blushing rose

Oh, the ships on the ocean may go without sails
And the smallest of fishes turn into great whales
In the middle of the oceans, there will grow an apple tree
If e’er I prove false to my Grá geal mo Chroí.


Grá geal mo Chroí means ‘love of my heart’.

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Song Themes

Love and romance