He promised me at parting

He promised me at parting,

To meet me at springtime here;

Yet see yon roses blooming,

The blossoms how they disappear.

Return my dearest Dermot!

Or sure the spring will soon be o'er;

Fair long have blown the breezes,

Oh! When shall I see thee more.

He went to look for treasures,

They're found they say in London town;

And 'tis for me ha means them,

Both golden store and silken gown.

I want but thee, my Dermot!

Nor silken gown, nor golden store;

Fair long have blown the breezes,

Oh! When shall I see thee more.

Why go to that great city,

Oh why so far from Norah roam,

Return to those that love thee,

There's little love so far from home.

Thou art not faithless, Dermot,

Yet sure the spring is almost o'er,

Fair long have blown the breezes,

Oh! When shall I see thee more.