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Lord Abore and Mary Flynn
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lankum
Lankum
Performer
Cormac Dermody
Cormac Dermody
Vocals
Daragh Lynch
Daragh Lynch
Guitar
Ian Lynch
Ian Lynch
Hurdy Gurdy
Radie Peat
Radie Peat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cormac Dermody
Cormac Dermody
Composer
Daragh Lynch
Daragh Lynch
Composer
Ian Lynch
Ian Lynch
Composer
John Murphy
John Murphy
Composer
Radie Peat
Radie Peat
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lankum
Lankum
Producer
John Murphy
John Murphy
Producer
Harvey Birrell
Harvey Birrell
Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Ian Lynch, Cormac Dermody, Darragh Lynch, Radie Peat, John Oliver Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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