When two lovers meet down by the green bower When two lovers meet down beneath the green trees When Mary, fond Mary declared unto her lover You have stolen my fond heart from the banks of the Lee I loved her very dearly so true and sincerely There was no-one in this wide world I loved better than she Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary on the banks of the Lee Don't stay out late love on the moorlands my Mary Don't stay out late love on the moorlands from me How little was our notion when we parted on the ocean That we were forever parted on the banks of the Lee I'll pluck her some roses some bonny Irish roses I'll pluck her some roses the fairest ever grew And I place them on the grave of my home true loving Mary In that quiet little churchyard where she sleeps beneath the dew I loved her very dearly so true and sincerely There was no-one in this wide world I loved better than she Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary on the banks of the Lee