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[C]As I roved out one morning
Going[F] to Dungarvon Fair
I spied a pretty[C] maiden
With the sunlight in
her[G] hair
Her[C] way was so delightful
Her[F] voice wrang like a bell
And as I over[C]took her
I[G] asked
if she was[C] well
Chorus
Lay[G] down your woollen shawl me love
I[C] swear it is no[F] joke
And I'll
tell to you the[C] story of
The[G] Old Dungarvon[C] Oak
As we approached Dungarvon
The girl at me did stare
And she asked me why I raised my hat
To a tree so old and bare
I told her of the legend
If the tree should
e'er come down
There'd be a great disaster
And Dungarvon would be drowned
Then she started laughing
My
face grew very red
And she said that only fools believed
What those old legends said
Her laughter was contagious
For the truth to you I'll tell
By the time I reached the market place
I began to laugh as well
As I sit
here by my fireside
It's the autumn of my life
And the darling girl I met that day
Is now my darling wife
I
have a lovely daughter
And a son to push my yoke
And all because I raised my hat
To the Old Dungarvon Oak
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