My Cavan Girl    by Tom Moore

As I walk the road from Killashandra weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan 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
Each red gold leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh
For the broken pools of sky reminds the color of her eyes

At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning 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 Cavan men she'll talk with me a while

So next Sunday evening finds me homeward Killashandra bound
To work the 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'll go.