And west by the river, without a doubt or lie
There is a quiet gentle beauty
And her waist is a bright as any swan on the wave
From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet
She is the woman that tormented my heart
And left me heartbroken
There is nothing that will cure me
Since my true love rejected me
I would prefer, than all of Ireland
Or the wealth of the king of Spain
That you and I could be together in a quiet spot
In a wood far from our friends
Oh you and I to be married, my love
With the permission of father and mother
Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses
You're the sun of the White Rocks
Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine
You would have everything your friends would like
From silk to hats, from head to toe
And the best of everything in the city
Your cows would be driven every noon to the town
And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you
You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you
All around the edge of the White Rocks
Translation:
And west by the river, without a doubt or lie There is a quiet gentle beauty And her waist is a bright as any swan on the wave From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet She is the woman that tormented my heart And left me heartbroken There is nothing that will cure me Since my true love rejected me
I would prefer, than all of Ireland Or the wealth of the king of Spain That you and I could be together in a quiet spot In a wood far from our friends Oh you and I to be married, my love With the permission of father and mother Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses You're the sun of the White Rocks
Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine You would have everything your friends would like From silk to hats, from head to toe And the best of everything in the city Your cows would be driven every noon to the town And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you All around the edge of the White Rocks