I Loved Her - Christy Moore

I loved her dearly both true and sincerely

There is no one in this world I loved so much as she

Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower

Reminds me of my true love on the banks of the Lee

So I will pluck my love some roses, some wild Irish roses

I will pluck my love some roses, the fairest that ever grew

And I will place them on the mound of my darling true love

In that cold and silnt valley where sh lies beneath the dew