My love came to Dublin
One fine Sunday morning.
My love came to Dublin
To honour me there
He wore a green ribbon
Wrapped round a green bonnet
And I wore a bangle of gold in my hair
Now the leaves they were green
On that bright Sunday morning
But now they all fall
In this wind in the bough
And I never asked him
To buy me a ring
Fall down very lightly
You leaves haunt me now
I will not ask the clergy
For prayers in the chapel
I will not hear the minister
Singing his prayers