Lament to the moon - sentimental light of the silvery moon

Sometime referred to as Silvery Moon, Lament to the Moon was sung by Packie Byrne so gets to be Irish Traditional, though it was probably a British stage song. Because people like a chorus so include it three times, whereas the original just has the two. Not as ornamented as the real thing but I love the tune. Roud No 906; Sung in Exeter by Alan Rosevear

LAMENT TO THE MOON
As I strayed alone at the close of the day,
About the beginning of June,
'Twas there in the glade I espied a fair maid,
As she sang her lament to the moon.
chorus
Roll along, silv'ry moon; guide the traveller on his way,
Whilst the nightingale sings her sweet tune.
There is no time so sweet, as when true lovers meet,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

My love was young, and a bold fisherman,
His arms were brawny and strong.
His voice was clear, and a pleasure to hear
When singing an old shanty song.

But his boat went down, and my true love had found
A grave 'neath the deep angry sea,
Never more to return, and its for him I'll mourn,
Till the day that the clay covers me.
Chorus

He bought me a ring; we appointed the day;
For its married we were to be soon.
But alas to my grief, he now lies in the deep,
Cut down like a rose in full bloom.
Chorus