There's the hill-road to Ardmore, Mary, Here's the glen-road to Ardstrae: Your home is younder, Mary, And mine lies this way. Will you come by the glen, Mary, Or go the hill-road to Ardmore? It is now and as you will, Mary, For I will ask no more. 'Tis but a score years, Mary, Since I bade you to Ardstrae; And now you are not there, Mary Nor walk the hill-side way. Is it only a score years, Mary, Since we parted by the shore, And I watched you go, Mary, By the hill-road to Ardmore? |