Lass of Aughrim

Well if you be the Lass of Aughrim
as I suppose you to be,
come give me the last token between you and me.
Oh Gregory don't you remember
that night on the hill
when we swapped rings off each others hands
surely against my will.
Mine was of the beaten gold,
yours but black tin.
Yes mine was of the beaten gold,
yours but black tin.

Wellif you be the Lass of Aughrim as I suppose you to be
, come give me the last token between you and me
Oh Gregory don't you remember
that night on the hill
when we swapped rings off each others hands
surely against my will.
Mine was of the beaten gold,
yours but black tin.
Yes mine was of the beaten gold,
yours but black tin