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Title: Edward Boyle
Artist: Adrienne O'Shea
Album: Threads of Gold (2023)

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Edward Boyle



You tender-hearted maidens,
of a high and a low degree
Likewise you wounded lovers,
come listen unto me
Whilst here I am bewailing
a youth whom I adore
That is now going from my arms,
bound for Columbia’s shore

In the time I well remember,
it was in the month of May
When Flora’s flowery mantle
bedecked the meadows gay
The fields were decorated,
all Nature seemed to smile
It was there that I parted from my own true love,
my charming Edward Boyle

His friends and relations,
they did him then convey
To Belfast town of high renown
until he reached the quay
And with courage bold he did set sail
and he left that Shamrock Shore
All joys be with you Edward Boyle,
will I ever see you more?

In the county of Fermanagh,
in the parish of Rosslea
In the lands of Brahawaddy,
in the mountains of Trory Bay
Brought up by honest parents
whom did together toil
But sure now they are sunk in sorrows
for the loss of their Edward Boyle

This country has grown lonesome
since young Edward, he went away
He was the pride of the college land,
how sweet his flute could play
His comrades all both great and small,
they swore they’d leave the soil
In hopes once more, on Columbia’s shore
they would meet with young Edward Boyle.

My curse on you Columbus,
‘twas you found out the way
And likewise to Amerikay
that has stolen my love away
From that time down sure
we are bound in hardship, grief, and toil
To lament and mourn for our love’s return,
like I for young Edward Boyle

Now to conclude and finish,
young men and maids be true
Let you never part for riches great
as some false lovers do
For if I possessed of this universe
St. Patrick’s blessed isle
I would part it all, and ten times more
for one glimpse of you, Edward Boyle