Irish Song Lyrics 
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Cavan Girl Author:Thom Moore 
As I walk the road from Kilashandra, weary eyes are down for it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town lough after on the road I go, one scene beyond compare and I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair 
now the autumn shades are on the leave, the trees will soon be bare each red hued leaf around me seems the color of her hair my gaze retreats, defies my feet and once again I sigh for each broken blue around seems the colour of her eyes 
at the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning, there she can be found and it seems she has the eye of every boy in Cavan Town if my luck will hold, I'll catch the golden Summer of her smile and I'll break the hearts of Cavan men for she'll talk with me awhile 
so next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Kilashandra bound to work a week 'till I return to court in Cavan Town when asked if she would be my wife at least she's not said no so next Sunday early, 'rouse myself, and back to her I'll go