Bonnie Tavern Green

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 170


The first time that I met my love it was in Tavern Green,

And I would wish with all my heart her face I’d never seen.

It was her smiling glances that wounded my heart sore,

For I being sick and bad with love till I could love no more.

O love it is a killing thing I hear the people say,

And for to love and not be loved it would drive one astray.

For to be sick and bad in love, and not to mend again;

False heart, fealse heart must I die of love, and naught to end my pain.

I wish my love was a nightingale, sitting on yon garden wall,

And I to be a drop of dew, down on her breast I’d fall.

Then into my love’s arms, all with great sport and play,

And we’d rowl about a whole winter’s night, and never think long for day.

If I was queen of England as Queen Anne was long ago,

Many and precious jewels to my love I would send o’er.

She never would want money while I would reign as queen,

For many a pleasant day I spent all round sweet Tavern Green.


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