Her name wasn't Mary, it wasn't on a glen, and she never got her hands on the actual ring, but otherwise the story was much the same.
Don't blame the lassie when you're the one who's been the fool.
—4/1993
Andy M. Stewart / Phil Cunningham / Manus Lunny, "The Gold Claddagh Ring", from Fire in the Glen (1986)
Andy M. Stewart / Phil Cunningham / Manus Lunny, "The Gold Claddagh Ring", from Fire in the Glen (1986)
It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
To give her a token of his love, we suppose
"Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand
"With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand
Oh, there never was another would dress you so grand."
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
"Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold
"But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
Then you will have my answer e'er the week shall be old."
"Oh why have the weeks passed and not an answer came?
And why is it that women are smarter than men?
"Oh this girl's kept the ring which I'll ne'er see again
Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
To give her a token of his love, we suppose
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
To give her a token of his love, we suppose
"Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand
"With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand
Oh, there never was another would dress you so grand."
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
"Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold
"But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
Then you will have my answer e'er the week shall be old."
"Oh why have the weeks passed and not an answer came?
And why is it that women are smarter than men?
"Oh this girl's kept the ring which I'll ne'er see again
Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes
And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
To give her a token of his love, we suppose
There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
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