[G]On Ben Bulben's green and lofty height
The [D]evening sun was a setting bright
It [C]gave a ray of a [G]golden
light
A[D]round the Bay of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]A tiny craft with glancing oars
And [D]spreading sails, the
wind before
It [C]blew the tiny [G]craft ashore
To [D]this, the Bay of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]And at the bow
there sat a girl
With [D]lovely cheeks and flaxen curl
Her [C]tender beauty was [G]like a pearl
T'was[D] the Orange
maid of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]And glancing o'er the vessel's side
She [D]saw upon the water's glide
An [C]orange
lily's golden[G] pride
U[D]pon the Bay of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]Make haste, make haste and save that
flow'r
I [D]prize it more than any other
No [C][G]traitor shall have it within his power
A[D]round the Bay of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]An
Orange youth then made a vow,
Brought[D] back that flower and with a bow
Be[C]stowed it on the [G]lovely brow
Of
[D]the orange maid of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]She soon became his lovely bride
And [D]oft they thought at even tide
U[C]pon
that lily's [G]golden pride
A[D]round the Bay of [C]Sli[G]go.
[G]Come all true blues and fill your glass
A
[D]better toast will never pass
We'll [C]drink unto that [G]lovely lass
The[D] Orange Maid of [C]Sli[G]go.
