| lyric | 1. Oh in Dublin's fair city, in Dublin's fair town;
In Dublin’s fair city there dwelt a Miss Brown.
And she courted a sailor for sevenlong years
And from the beginning he called her his dear.
2. Then one morning very early all by the break of day,
He came to her cottage and to her did say.
""Rise up, lovely Mary, and come along with me,
Strange things they will happen and strange sights we will see.""
3. Well he took her over mountain and her took her over dell
And they heard through the morning the sound of a bell.
All over the ocean, all over the sea
Ye fair maids of Dublin take warning from me.
4. ""Oh, sailor, oh, sailor, come spare me my life,""
When out of his pocket he drew a sharp knife
And he ripped her and tore her and cut her in three,
And he laid his poor Mary underneath a green tree.
5. Oh, it's green grows the laurel and red grows the rose
And the raven will follow wherever he goes.
And a cloud will hang over this murderer‘s head.
He will never rest easy now that Mary be dead. |