I. OE! the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee, And love in a cottage for Mary and me; There's not in the land a lovelier tide, And I'm sure that there's no one so fair as my bride She's modest and meek, There's a down on her cheek, And her skin is as sleek As a butterfly's wing -- Then her step would scarce show On the fresh-fallen snow, And her whisper is low, But as clear as the spring. Oh! the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee, And love in a cottage for Mary and me, I know not how love is happy elsewhere, I know not how any but lovers are there! II. Oh! so green is the grass, so clear is the stream, So mild is the mist, and so rich is the beam, That beauty should ne'er to other lands roam, But make on the banks of the river its home When dripping with dew, The roses peep through, 'Tis to look in at you They are growing so fast; While the scent of the flowers Must be hoarded for hours, 'Tis poured in such showers When my Mary goes past. Oh! the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee. And love in a cottage for Mary and me -- Oh, Mary for me -- oh, Mary for me! And 'tis little I'd sigh for the banks of the Lee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR by JAMES HAY BEATTIE RECOGNITION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE |