As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves; the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats, defies my feet and once again I sigh
For the broken pool of sky reminds me the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, there she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan town
If my luck will hold I'd share the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll walk with me awhile
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward—Killeshandra
Bound—
To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not said no
So next Sunday morning, 'rouse myself and back to her I'll go
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