Lord Abore and Mary Flynn

Lord Abore and Mary Flynn were both children young
They were scarcely 14 years of age
And love between them sprung
And love between them sprung

Now Lord Abore was going out one day
When his mother came to know
"You are going away my son," she said
"You will drink before you go, you'll drink before you go"

She's called for a cask of the very best wine
Then filled a glass for him
To her father false with her two fingers
She's put strong poison in, she's put strong poison in

"Oh why, oh why, dear Mother," he said
"Have you poisoned me full sore?"
"It is so, 'tis so" she said to him
"You'll see Mary Flynn no more
See Mary Flynn no more"

"Is there anybody in this household," he said
"Who will go on an errand for me?"
"Who will go to Mary Flynn's high tower
And fetch her here to me, and fetch her here to me?"

And so up stepped a young serving boy
"I'm your faithful servant," cried he
"I will go to Mary Flynn's high tower
And fetch her here to thee, and fetch her here to thee"

And when he came to Mary Flynn's high tower
He stepped into the hall
The tables were laid and the music played
And the ladies dancing on
The ladies dancing on

"What brought you here, my pretty little boy?
What brought you here to me?
Has my grandmother set a place for you
Or yet invited thee, or yet invited thee?"

"Your grandmother's set no place for me
Nor invited me," he said
'Twas then she learned from the serving boy
That Lord Abore was dead, that Lord Abore was dead

"Oh, send for me the swiftest steed
Go saddle for me the grey
So I may ride to my true lover's touch
Without the least delay, without the least delay"

And when she came to Lord Abore's tower
She stepped into the hall
The tables were laid and the sheets were spread
And the torches burning all
The torches burning all

"What brought you here Mary Flynn?" She said
"What brought you here to me?"
"The ring that's on his little finger
I came to pray of thee, I came to pray of thee"

"No ring no ring Mary Flynn," she said
"No ring have I for thee
For the pain of death it came so quick
And it split the ring in three
It split the ring in three"

She laid her cheek down by his cheek
Her side down by his side
He laid her feet down by his feet
And Mary Flynn she died, and Mary Flynn she died