Another song from the popular album "Where the Allow Waters Flow" by Co. Cork based singer, Elle Marie O Dwyer. Like the facebook page ElleMarieODwyer to keep up to date with all events and gigs for Elle Marie
Great Song ! Love it ! Your voice is just awesome, and you sing a wonderful version of this classic song ! Well Done ! Marvellous Upload ! Thank you so much Elle Marie for sharing this fantastic song ! 5*+
Ó thuaidh... I'm overseas like the rest of us.... absolutely marvelous to hear such a full version and sung so well... ar fheabhas ar fad... Corcaigh Abú!
I love this song and you sing it so beautifully. I have been learning it to sing at our folk club tomorrow for St Patrick's night. My 3x great grandfather came from County Cork to England in the early 1800s. I don't think he ever got to return. I'll be singing it for him.
Oh how oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime of laughter and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along Meet the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee 'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom's partner with me We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
My sister and I have been researching our ancestry and found out that our 5 times great grandfather was from County Cork. I came upon this song while reading about County Cork. I love this. You have a lovely voice.
Sorry to hear about the death of your aunt Alan. Im sure she would have loved to have "The Banks" ringing out for her! Thank you for using my version at the funeral. Every good wish to you for 2013
