Down by the banks of Clady I heard a maid complain
Setting forth her lamentations, down by yon purling stream
Saying here am I confined by constant binds of love
All for a handsome sailor boy who did inconstant prove
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart and not be loved again
She twined her arms around my neck just as we were going to part
She twined her arms around my neck saying you're my own sweetheart
She twined her arms around my neck like the branches on yon vine
Saying Jamie, cruel Jamie you have broke this heart of mine
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart and not be loved again
And may you never prosper and may you never thrive
At any job that you take in hand at just as long as you're alive
May the very ground you walk upon have the grass refuse to grow
For you're the provocation for my sadness, grief and woe
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart
Hard to love an old sweetheart
And not be loved again
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023