Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make

I am a young maiden in grief for my darling sake

My true lover's absence in sorrow I grieve full sore

And each day I lament for my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

Now these twelve months and better my darling has left these shores

And he'll never return till he travels the wide world o'er

And when he comes back he'll have silver and gold in store

He's the truest of lovers my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

But my heart o'er the ocean with Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

I will go to the wild woods and stay there the rest of my days

Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease

And amongst the wild rowans with red berries all dropping o'er

And I'll wait for my true love, yeh, I'll wait for my true love

I'll wait for true love my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór