The Leaving of Limerick

As I roved out one evening Down by the Assembly Mall I heard two lovers speaking As me and my love passed on But the words that passed between them They were but very few It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me But my darling, leaving you In the morning when I am going I will take you by the lily-white hand And I'll wave it o'er my shoulder Saying adieu to the Limerick strand So farewell to the boys of Thomond Gate It's to them I'll bid Adieu It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me But my darling, leaving you But now that we must be parted I know that you will understand Why I must go so broken-hearted Far away from my native land Though my fond love I must leave you You know my heart is true It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me But my darling, leaving you