| lyric | 1. I once lov'd a boy, just a bold Irish boy
Who’d come and who’d go at my request;
And this come and who’d go at my request;
And this bold Irishboy was my pride and my joy
And I built him a bower in my breast.
2. But this girl who haas taken my bonny, bonny boy
Better make of him all that she can;
And whether he loves me or loves me not,
I will walk with my love now and then. |