The Cavan Girl

Thom Moore (Mulligan)

A lovely song with a beautiful melody from the late Thom Moore, who wrote many fine songs. Born in the United Staes, he lived in County Sligo in the northwest of Ireland for several years. He died in March of 2018.

As I walk the road from Killashandra
Weary I sit down
For its twelve long miles around the lake
To get to Cavan town
Though Ougher and the road I go
Is a scene beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach
My Cavan girl so fair

The autumn shades are on the leaves
The trees will soon be bare
And each red-gold leaf reminds me of
The colour of her hair
My gaze retreats unto my feet
And once again I sigh
For the broken pools of sky remind
The colour of her eyes

At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning
It's there she can be found
And she seems to have the eye
Of every Cavan boy in town
If my luck will hold
I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men
She'll talk with me a while

So next Sunday morning finds me homeward
Killashandra bound
To work the week till I return
To court in Cavan town
When asked if she would be my bride
At least she'd not said, "no"
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself
And back to her I'll go