In the City of Limerick

 

Verse 1

In the City of Limerick, where I was first born,
All young men, my companions, looked on me with scorn;
In the City of Limerick, they bound me a slave,
For in my own country I could not behave.

Verse 2

My foot's on the ocean, my heart's on dry land,
When I think of my Polly dear it puts me to stand;
If I was on board ship and my Polly dear with me,
Bound down in strong irons I would think my self free.

Verse 3

I can't tell the reason why women love men,
I can't tell the reason why men do love them;
For a woman's my ruin, my sudden downfall,
She's caused me to lie betwixt lime and stone wall.

Verse 4

Here's a health to my father, who's living today,
Likewise to my mother, she's cold in her grave;
Then you may wear the red rose, and I'll wear the thyme,
You drink to your true love and I'll drink to mine.

Verse 5

The time is approaching when I shall get free,
Straight home to old Ireland my Polly dear to see;
If I was on board ship and my Polly drear with me,
Bound down in strong irons, I should think myself free.