Sweet Carnloch Bay
(version 2)
Note: Another version of the variation on “Road Tae Dundee”. From Paddy Graber, Vancouver, 1967; Learned in Ireland, ca. 1929-1930, from David Young, Omagh Co., Tyrone -- copied from Mudcat Cafe website.

The wind was a howling high on the mountain side, Dark were the clouds o’er the deep rolling sea; I spied a wee lass a coming the road to me, Enquiring the road to sweet Carnloch Bay. Her features were fair, like an angel she appeared to me Little I knew who the cailín might be; Said I, “My wee lass, sure I’ll come along with you And show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.” “Kind sir,” says she, “I don’t mean to flatter you Never you think that I’m just making free; But happy I’d be if you’d come along with me And show me the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.” She gave me her arm, we passed through the keening gate In through the churchyard and down by the sea; We listened awhile to hear the sad faoileán cry As we journeyed the road to sweet Carnloch Bay. At last we did come to her destination The time came for parting between her and me; She lifted her lips, I kissed them right manfully As we said our farewell at sweet Carnloch Bay. Slán leat, cailín óg, I cannot forget you now, Your features are etched deep in my memory. My heart gives a leap when I hear the faoileán cry, Going the road to Sweet Carnloch Bay.

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