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Title
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Sally M'roe
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Singer
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Morgan, Daniel
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
My name is Tom Dixon, I'm a blacksmith by my trade,
When from the town called Newry where I was born and bred;
I packed up my tools and to Belfast I did go,
And 'twas for the sake of young Sally M'roe.
Verse 2
Now it was some two years ago and more since from her I heard,
Not one word from that bonny girl I once loved so dear;
But abroad as I was walking, down by some shady grove,
Who should I meet there but young Sally M'roe.
Verse 3
'Now,' said I, 'my bonny girl, if you'll go along with me,
I'll take you straight to Newry and married we will be;
Then we'll cross the heaving ocean, and none shall ever know,
That I've been and married young Sally M'roe.'
Verse 4
We went floating down that river with a sweet wind and tide,
Leaving our friends behind us to sorrow and complain;
Whilst many briny tears all down their cheeks did flow,
And whilst I was still happy with young Sally M'roe
Verse 5
'Twas on one Sunday morning about six o clock,
Our ship she sprang a leak and went dash against a rock;
No one could be saved who lay down below,
And amongst that great number was young Sally M'roe.
Verse 6
It was from her parents I stole that girl away,
Which has caused me to lament unto my dying day;
Never to ill use her, but since I have done so,
All my long life now I'll mourn for young Sally M'roe.
