Cavan Girl

As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair Now the autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, was where she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I'll share the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll walk with me a while So next Sunday morning finds me homeward - Killeshandra bound - To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her I'll go So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her I'll go