Lisa O’Neill
The Lass of Aughrim
If you be the Lass of Aughrim
As i am taking you to be
Come tell me the last token
Passed between you and me

Oh don't you remember
That night up yon lean hill
Where we both met together
I'm sorry now to tell

The rain falls on my heavy locks
And dew soaks my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
And none will let me
Oh the rain falls on my heavy locks
And dew socks my skin
My babe lies cold within my arms
And none will let me in

My babe lies cold within my arms
And none will let me in