CARRICK  HILL

by

SEAMUS  ROBINSON    © 1975

 

On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill,

Sure in my mind I see her still –

A-walking barefoot from the mill –     

My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .

 

One day as I walked through Belfast,

'Twas summer in the times long past,

I met a maid as she came from the mill ;

Her hair so gold and eyes so blue  --

And smiling face I knew was true –

I gave my heart that day on Carrick Hill .

 

Sweet maid, I said, could you decide,

To come and be my bonnie bride ?

She smiled at me and said : I will –

We’ll make our home on Carrick Hill .

 

But winter came and food grew scarce,

And not a penny in my purse,

As day by day I watched her growing ill ;

The sheen went from her golden head –

By springtime she lay cold and dead –

And I was left alone on Carrick Hill .

 

On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill,

Sure in my mind I see her still –

A-walking barefoot from the mill –

My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .

 

On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill –

My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .

 

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