Jackets Green

When I was a maiden fair and young

On the pleasant banks of the lee

No bird that in the greenwood sung

Was half so blithe and free

My heart near leapt with flying feet

No love sang me her queen

Till down the glen rode sarsfield's men

And they wore the jackets green

No hoarded wealth did my love own

Save the good sword that he bore

But I loved him for his self alone

And the colours bright he wore

For had he come in England's red

To make me England's queen

I'd rove the high green hills instead

For the sake of Irish green

When william stormed with shot and shell

At the walls of garryowen

To wise in the breach my donal fell

And he sleeps near the treaty stone

That breach the foeman never crossed

While he swung his broadsword keen

But I do not weep my darling death

For he fell in his jacket green