AS DOWN ON BANNA'S BANKS I STRAYED|
A FAVORITE IRISH AIR
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd
One evening in May;
The little birds in blythest notes
Made vocal ev'ry spray.
They sang their little tales of love,
They sang them o'er and o'er,
Oh Iramachree, my Mollie true
My Molly, ah me woe!