X:179
T:Sweet Carnloch Bay
T:Sweet Carnlough Bay
T:Carron Lough Bay
R:song
C:"The Poet" Richard MacKay (1800-1897), Co. Antrim
D:Finbar & Eddie Furey
Z:id:hn-song-179
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Dmix
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W:When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and mountains
W:And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea,
W:I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning
W:She was asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay.
W:
W:I said, "My fair lass, I canna weel tell ye
W:The number of miles or how far it might be
W:But if you'll consent I'll convey you a wee bit
W:And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnlough Bay.
W:
W:You turn to the right and go down by the churchyard
W:Cross over the river and down by the sea,
W:We'll stop at Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
W:Just to help us along to sweet Carnlough Bay.
W:
W:Here's a health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee lassie
W:And to every laddie that's listening to me
W:And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie young lassie
W:When she's asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay.