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Title
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In the City of Limerick
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Singer
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Pillinger, John
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
In the City of Limerick, where I was first born,
All young men, my companions, looked on me with scorn;
In the City of Limerick, they bound me a slave,
For in my own country I could not behave.
Verse 2
My foot's on the ocean, my heart's on dry land,
When I think of my Polly dear it puts me to stand;
If I was on board ship and my Polly dear with me,
Bound down in strong irons I would think my self free.
Verse 3
I can't tell the reason why women love men,
I can't tell the reason why men do love them;
For a woman's my ruin, my sudden downfall,
She's caused me to lie betwixt lime and stone wall.
Verse 4
Here's a health to my father, who's living today,
Likewise to my mother, she's cold in her grave;
Then you may wear the red rose, and I'll wear the thyme,
You drink to your true love and I'll drink to mine.
Verse 5
The time is approaching when I shall get free,
Straight home to old Ireland my Polly dear to see;
If I was on board ship and my Polly drear with me,
Bound down in strong irons, I should think myself free.
