My Cavan Girl - Mick Galvin
As I walk the road from Killeshandra
Weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake
To get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go
Once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach
My Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves
Trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems
The colour of her hair
My gaze retreat defies my feet
And once again I sigh
When the broken pool of sky reminds
The colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning
It's there she can be found
She seems to have the eye of every
Boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold
I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men
She'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward
Killeshandra Bound
To work the week till I return
To court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride
At least she is not say no
So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself
And back to her I'll go
So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself
And back to her I'll go
