Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LORD GREGORY 
I am a queen's daughter I come from Capakin In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him 
The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin My wee babe's cold in my arms; Lord Gregory, Let me in 
Lord Gregory, he is not here, I swear can't be seen He's gone to bonny Scotland for to bring home a fair queen 
So leave now these portals and likewise this hall For it's deep in the sea you should find you downfall 
Oh don't you remember, Love, that night in Capakin When we exchanged rings, Love, and I against my will 
Yours was pure silver and mine was but tin Yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin 
My curse on you, Mother, my curse being sore I dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door 
Lie down now, my foolish son, lie down and sleep Twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep 
Go saddle my black horse, the brown or the bay Go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day 
I'll ride over mountains and valleys so wide I'll find the girl that I love and ride by her side