Craigie Hill

Cara Dillon Craigie Hill Lyrics It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing, Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray, The the thrushes they were warbling, The violets they were charming To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay. She said, my dear don't leave me all for another season, Though fortune does be pleasing I 'll go along with you, I 'll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation, And to the bonny Bann banks forever I 'll bid adieu ...