Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird

It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word

I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze

It well may be it's followed me across the seas

Then tell me please:

How are things in Glocca Morra?

Is that little brook still leaping there?

Does it still run down to Donny cove?

Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Mora?

Is that willow tree still weeping there?

Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye

Come smilin' by and does she walk away

Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?

So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way

And each lass that comes a-sighin