Subject: Traditional Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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 .