Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE IRISH GIRL 
I stepped out one morning Down by the riverside; I cast my eyes all around me, That blue-eyed girl I spied. 
So red and rosy were her cheeks, And yellow was her hair, How costly was the jewelry That blue-eyed girl did wear. 
Tears came rolling down her cheeks, How mournful she did cry: "My love has gone and left me, And surely I will die." 
Love, it is a killing thing Did you ever feel the pang? How hard it is to be in love And can't be loved again. 
I wish I were in New Orleans, A-sitting in my chair, A glass of brandy in my hand, My arms around my dear. 
I'd wish for whiskey, Roman wine, I'd drink before I'd go; I'd sail through the deepest ocean, Let the wind blow high or low.