| lyric | As I walk the road from Killashandra, weary I sit down,
For its twelve long miles around the lake, to get to Canvan town,
Lough 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, the trees will soon be bare
And each red coat leaf around me seems, the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats defies my feet and once again I sigh
For a broken pool of sky reminds; The colour of her eyes.
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, it's there she can be found
And 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 Gavan men she'll talk to me a While.
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward Killashandra bound
To work a week till I return to court in Cavan town
When asked if she would be my bride at least she'd not said no
So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself and back to her I go. |