Jimmy Mo Mhile Stor - Cara Dillon
You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make
I am a young maiden in grief for my darling sake
My true lovers absence in sorrow I grieve full sore
And each day I lament for my Jimmy mó mhíle stór
Now these twelve months
and better my darling has left these shores
And he'll never return
till he travels the wide world o'er
And when he comes back
he'll have silver and gold in store
He's the truest of lovers my Jimmy mó mhíle stór
My father and mother
they never will give my head peace
Since my true love has left me
to sail o'er the storm seas
They would give me sweetheart
with money and flocks and more
But my heart o'er the ocean with Jimmy mó mhíle stór
I will go to the wild woods and stay
there the rest of my days
Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease
And amongst the wild rowans
with red berries all drooping o'er
And I'll wait for my true love,
Yeh, I'll wait for my true love
I'll wait for my true love my Jimmy mó mhíle stór