X:28
T:Banks of Avonmore, The
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-28
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Bmix
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F2 | B4 c2 | =d4 c2 | B4 A2 | ({FG}F4) E2 | ^D2 B,4 | ^D4 E2 | HF4
F2 | B4 c2 | =d4 c2 | B4 A2 | ({FG}F4) E2 | ^D2 B,4 | ^D4 E2 | (F{GF}HE3)
EF | E4 ^D2 | E4 F2 | B4 c2 | (B{cB}A2) (F{GF}E) F | E3 ^D3 | B,4 A,2 | HB,4 ||
W:The silvery moon was shining bright over Clara's woodland green.
W:A tender youth was standing where his own true love had been.
W:The teardrops from her throbbing eyes across his cheeks streamed o'er,
W:for they met at night to say goodbye by the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:'Twas not the rustling of the leaves on the branches wild and weird,
W:'twas not the sighing western wind that crept through Clara dale,
W:that made her tender heart mourn for the boy she did adore,
W:for she knew right well he'd ne'er return to the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Well he clasped her close unto his breast and he murmured sweet and true:
W:Tonight my ship sails for the West but my love I leave with you,
W:and I will pray both night and day, though on a foreign shore,
W:for to keep your love far, far away, on the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Now the scene has changed, and England's sons at Flanders stand at bay.
W:mid crushing steel and thundering guns their allied ranks gave way
W:from the USA a proud convoy sped quickly to the fore
W:and in their ranks a Wicklow boy from the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Across the shell-torn fields of France the Prussian lines gave way.
W:They tried to quell the wild advance of the exile sons of Erin.
W:Victorious true but deadly few the stars and stripes shone over,
W:but her true love fell far, far away from the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Now a few short years have come and gone, and again the moon shines clear,
W:No more this fair maid walks alone to shed a silent tear,
W:but faithful to her soldier boy they've met to part no more
W:in a brighter land far, far from the banks of Avonmore.