Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.
Within a mile of Edinboro’ Town.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.
’Twas within a mile of Edinboro’ town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom’d and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo’d his dear;