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 jewellery
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.


Lyrics submitted by ralph mctell

The Irish Girl song meanings
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