The Irish Rovers — The Stolen Child

Verse 1: Houvan, Houvan, gurry our foe Gurry our foe, Gurry our foe Houvan, Houvan, gurry our foe They stole my darlin' baby, oh Verse 2: I found the home of the mountain mist The mountain mist, The mountain mist I found a little yellow farm But I never found by baby, oh Verse 3: One early May on a day so clear I left my baby lying here I left her sleeping in the glen And I went to gather blackberries Verse 4: Houvan, Houvan, gurry our foe Gurry our foe, Gurry our foe Houvan, Houvan, gurry our foe They stole my darlin' baby, oh