Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
One morning fair as Phoebus bright
Her radiant smiles displayed
When Flora in her verdant garb
The fragrant plains arrayed
As I did rove throughout each grove
No care did me assail
When a pair I spied by a riverside
In Dobbin's Flowery Vale
As I sat down them to behold
Beneath a spreading tree
The limpid streams that gently rolled
Conveyed these words to me;
Farewell sweet maid, the youth he said
For now I must set sail
I'll bid adieu to Armagh, you
And Dobbin's Flowery Vale
Forbear those thoughts and cruel words
That wound a bleeding heart
For is it true that we're met here
Alas! so soon to part?
Must I alone here sigh and moan
To none my grief reveal
But here lament my cause to vent
In Dobbin's Flowery Vale?
It's mutual love together drew
Both with a kind embrace
While tears like rosy drops of dew
Did trickle down her face;
She strove in vain him to detain
But while she did bewail
He bade adieu, and I withdrew
From Dobbin's Flowery Vale
Dobbin’s Flowery Vale was written by Traditional.