{"id":1621,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/jackets-green-the"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"jackets-green-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/jackets-green-the\/","title":{"rendered":"Jackets green, The"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

When I was a maiden fair and young,
\nOn the pleasant banks of Lee,
\nNo bird that in the greenwood sung,
\nWas half so blithe and free.
\nMy heart ne’er beat with flying feet,
\nNo love sang me his queen,
\nTill down the glen rode Sarsfield’s men,
\nAnd they wore the jackets green.<\/p>\n

Young Donal sat on his gallant grey
\nLike a king on a royal seat,
\nAnd my heart leaped out on his regal way
\nTo worship at his feet.
\nO Love, had you come in those colours dressed,
\nAnd wooed with a soldier’s mein
\nI’d have laid my head on your throbbing breast
\nFor the sake of your jacket green.<\/p>\n

No hoarded wealth did my love own,
\nSave the good sword that he bore;
\nBut I loved him for himself alone
\nAnd the colour bright he wore.
\nFor had he come in England’s red
\nTo make me England’s queen,
\nI’d rove the high green hills instead
\nFor the sake of the Irish green.<\/p>\n

When William stormed with shot and shell
\nAt the walls of Garryowen,
\nIn the breach of death my Donal fell,
\nAnd he sleeps near the Treaty Stone.
\nThat breach the foeman never crossed
\nWhile he swung his broadsword keen;
\nBut I do not weep my darling lost,
\nFor he fell in his jacket green.<\/p>\n

When Sarsfield sailed away I wept
\nAs I heard the wild ochone.
\nI felt, then dead as the men who slept
\n‘Neath the fields of Garryowen.
\nWhite Ireland held my Donal blessed,
\nNo wild sea rolled between,
\nTill I would fold him to my breast
\nAll robed in his Irish green.<\/p>\n

My soul has sobbed like waves of woe,
\nThat sad o’er tombstones break,
\nFor I buried my heart in his grave below,
\nFor his and for Ireland’s sake.
\nAnd I cry. “Make way for the soldier’s bride
\nIn your halls of death, sad queen
\nFor I long to rest by my true love’s side
\nAnd wrapped in the folds of green.”<\/p>\n

I saw the Shannon’s purple tide
\nRoll by the Irish town,
\nAs I stood in the breach by Donal’s side
\nWhen England’s flag went down.
\nAnd now it lowers when I seek the skies,
\nLike a blood red curse between.
\nI weep, but ’tis not women’s sighs
\nWill raise our Irish green.<\/p>\n

Oh, Ireland, said is thy lonely soul,
\nAnd loud beats the winter sea,
\nBut sadder and higher the wild waves roll
\nO’er the hearts that break for thee.
\nYet grief shall come to our heartless foes,
\nAnd their thrones in the dust be seen,
\nSo, Irish Maids, love none but those
\nWho wear the jackets green.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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