THE BANKS OF CLAUDY

It was on a sunny nice morning, all in the month of May
Down by an flowery garden, I carelessly did stray.
I overheard a fair maid, in sorrow did complain,
All for her absent lover who plows the raging main.

I says, "Me charming creature, my hearts and my joy’s delight,
How far do you mean to wonder this dark and dreary night?"
"I'm on search of a faithless young man, and Johnny is his name,
And along the Banks of Claudy, I'm told he does remain."

"This is the Banks of Claudy fair maid where on you stand,
Oh but don't depend on Johnny for he's a false young man.
Oh don't depend on Johnny, for he'll not meet you here,
But tarry with me in yon green woods, no danger need you fear.

It is six long weeks or better, since Johnny left the shore,
He's crossing the wild ocean where the foam in billows roar.
Since he's crossing the wild ocean for honour and for fame,
But this I've heard, the ship was wrecked all on the coast of Spain."

Oh when she heard the dreadful news she flew into dispair,
With the wringing of her hands and the toring of her hair.
Saying "If Johnny he is drowned, no man on earth I'll take,
But through lonesome groves and valleys, I'll wander for his sake."

Oh it's when he saw her loyalty, no longer could he stand,
He flew into her arms saying "Betsy I'm the man."
Saying "Betsy I'm the young man, the cause of all your pain,
But since we've met on Claudy’s Banks, we shall never part again."