David Patrick Kelly sing The Lass of Aughrim to D. Lynch

If you be the lass of Aughrim as I take it you mean to be. Tell me the first token that passed between you and me. Dont you remember that night on yon green hill when we were together. I m sorry now to tell. The rain it falls on my heavy locks. The dew, it wets my skin. My babe lies cold within my arms and none will let me in. , ,, If you be the lass of Aughrim As I am taking you mean to be Tell me the first token That passed between you and me. The rain falls on my yellow locks And the dew it wets my skin; My babe lies cold within my arms: Lord Gregory let me in. Oh Gregory, dont you remember One night on the hill, When we swapped rings off each others hands, Sorely against my will Mine was of the beaten gold, Yours was but black tin. Oh if you be the lass of Aughrim, As I suppose you not to be Come tell me the last token That passed between you and me.