كلمات Banks Of The Lee

When two lovers meet down Besides the green bower When two lovers meet down Beneath the green tree When Mary fond Mary Declared to her lover "You have stolen my poor heart From the Banks of the Lee." I love you very dearly So true and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I love better than she. Every bush, every bower Every sweet Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary From the Banks of the Lee.