CARRICK HILL
SEAMUS ROBINSON
On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill,
Sure in my mind I see her still
A-walking barefoot from the mill
My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .
One day as I walked through Belfast ,
'Twas summer in the times long past,
I met a maid as she came from the mill ;
Her hair so gold and eyes so blue -
And smiling face I knew was true
I gave my heart that day on Carrick Hill .
Sweet maid, I said, could you decide,
To come and be my bonnie bride ?
She smiled at me and said : I will
We'll make our home on Carrick Hill .
But winter came and food grew scarce,
And not a penny in my purse,
As day by day I watched her growing ill ;
The sheen went from her golden head
By springtime she lay cold and dead
And I was left alone on Carrick Hill .
On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill,
Sure in my mind I see her still
A-walking barefoot from the mill
My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .
On Carrick Hill, on Carrick Hill
My sweet wee love on Carrick Hill .
