As I roved out one evening - down by the Assembly Mall I heard two lovers speaking - as me and my love passed on But words that passed between them - they were but very few: "It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me, But my darling, leaving you!" "In the morning when I am going I will take you by the lily-white hand, And I'll wave it all over my shoulder, sayin' adieu to the Limerick Strand; So farewell to the boys of Thomond Gate, it's to them I bid adieu; It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me, But my darling, leaving you!" "But now that we must be parted - I know you will understand, Why I must go broken hearted far away from my native land; Though, My fond love, I must leave you, you know my heart is true; It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me, But my darling, leaving you!" Though, My fond love, I must leave you, you know my heart is true; It's not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me, But my darling, leaving you!"