Lass of Aughrim

Lyrics

If you be the lass of Aughrim
As I suppose you to be
Tell me the last token
That passed between you and me

The rain falls on my yellow locks
And the dew, it wets my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
Lord Gregory let me in

Oh Gregory, don’t you remember
One night on the hill
When we swapped rings off each other’s hands
Sorely against my will ?
Mine was of the beaten gold
Yours it was but tin
Mine was of the beaten gold
Yours it was but tin

If you be the lass of Aughrim
As I suppose you to be
Tell me the last token
That passed between you and me

Oh Gregory don’t you remember
One night on the hill
When we swapped smocks off each other’s backs
Sorely against my will ?
Mine was of the Holland fine
Yours was but scotch cloth
Mine was of the Holland fine,
Yours was but scotch cloth


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County

Wicklow

Song Themes

Love spurned

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