Letras
On the mountain I am lost
With one cow for my herd
From the east to the west
I am crossing
To where the sun will set
Bereft of all my sense
With no solace from my love to guide me
She is dark moll of the glen
She is dark moll of the steed
Dark woman more red than roses
Oh if I could but choose
Just one precious bloom
My dark moll of the glen, I choose you
Down the glen I look for
My lone, my secret love
From my grey eyes the tears they are falling
Oh my God of all grace
Relieve me of this grief
My dark moll has left me breaking
To Leinster I'd go
To win a woman's love
And she with two thousand
In her own herd
The Earl's own daughter fair
Would have me in her snare
It is dark moll alone who holds me
When the branch withers
Its fruit no longer grows
As it will on the younger trees blooming
Oh my dark one so lovely
I've given all mo chroi
I send farewell to thee for always