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BONNIE TAVERN GREEN The first time that I met my love it was in Tavern Green And I would wish with all my heart her face I'd never seen. It was her smiling glances that wounded my heart sore For I being sick and bad with love till I could love no more. O love it is a killing thing I hear the people say And for to love and not be loved it would drive one astray For to be sick and bad in love, and not to mend again False heart, false heart must I die of love, and naught to end my pain I wish my love was a nightingale, sitting on yon garden wall And I to be a drop of dew, down on her breast I'd fall Then into my love's arms, all with great sport and play And we'd rowl about a whole winter's night, and never think long for day If I was queen of England as Queen Anne was long ago Many precious jewels to my love I would send o'er She never would want money while I would reign as queen For many a pleasant day I spent all round sweet Tavern Green From Paddy Tunney's book The Stone Fiddle (1979). Roud Folk Song Index number 3100. A number of commercially issued recordings of Paddy singing this song exist, on some of which the title is spelled Bonny Taver n Green. Traditional: as sung by Paddy Tunney; learnt from his mother Brigid Tunney filename[ TAVGREEN MD  8note Sheet |
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