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Şarkı Sözleri When first in this country, a stranger, I came, In fair Dublin city, that place of great fame, It was my misfortune a fair one to see, It was the beginning of my misery. Green grows the laurel and sweet falls the dew, Sorry I was when I parted from you, But by our next meeting I hope you'll prove true, And we'll love one another, as lovers should do. If I were a clerk and could handle a pen, I would write my love a letter, to her I would send, Saying, Keep your own love, dear, and I will keep mine, Write to your sweetheart, and I'll write to mine. Green grow the rushes and the tops of them small, And love is a thing that can conquer us all. The tulip may wellow, it may fade and die soon, But the red rose will flourish in the sweet month of June. O can't you love little, o can't you love long, Can't you love a new love till your old one returns, Can't you say that you love him, his mind for to ease, And when his back's turned, can't you love who you please ? Green grows the laurel and sweet falls the dew, Sorry I was when I parted from you, But by our next meeting I hope you'll prove true, And we'll love one another, as lovers should do.