Groves of Donaghmore

Lyrics

My love, he is a nice young man, he’s handsome, tall and thin
He’s manly in proportion, there’s none to equal him
With his gun-belt and his bayonet and his broadsword by his side
Oh, if I could find my Micheál Bán, I’d surely be his bride

‘What regiment is your true love in?’ the sentry, he did say
‘Or is he in some barracks? Come tell to me, I pray’
‘He listed in the eighty-eight, he being a fine young man
He commands one hundred and forty-four in the front line where he stands’

My name it is young Micheál Bán, I’m not afraid to tell
I come from the county of Tyrone, a place you all know well
I’m sailing from Philadelphia, three thousand miles or more
And I’m going home, no more to roam from the Groves of Donaghmore

This couple they got married and they’re living at their ease
They go out when they’re ready and they come in when they please
Such a happy couple, you have never seen before
As young Micheál Bán and his Mary-Ann from the Groves of Donaghmore

My love, he is a nice young man, he’s handsome, tall and thin
He’s manly in proportion, there’s none to equal him
With his gun-belt and his bayonet and his broadsword by his side
Oh, if I could find my Micheál Bán, I’d surely be his bride


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Song Clip


County

Tyrone

Song Themes

Love and romance

Songwriter