Where true lovers meet, beneath a green bower
Where true lovers meet, out beneath a green tree
And Mary fond Mary, she says unto her true love
"You've stolen my young heart, by the banks of the Lee"

For I loved her very dearly, most truly and sincerely
there is no one in this wide world, I loved more than she
Every bush and every bower, every Wild Irish flower
reminds me of my Mary, by the banks of the Lee.

Don't stay out too late love, on the moorlands my Mary
Don't stay out too late love, on the moorlands for me
But it's little was my notion, when we parted by the ocean
We were forever parted by the banks of the Lee

For I loved her very dearly, most truly and sincerely
there is no one in this wide world, I loved more than she
Every bush and every bower, every Wild Irish flower
reminds me of my Mary, by the banks of the Lee.

I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
I will pull my love some roses, the fairest to see
and I'll lay them on the gravesite, of my own dear darling Mary
on that cold and silent grave where she sleeps 'neath the dew.

For I loved her very dearly, most truly and sincerely
there is no one in this wide world, I loved more than she
Every bush and every bower, every Wild Irish flower
reminds me of my Mary, by the banks of the Lee.