By Eoghan O’Reilly
The Flower of Magherally Trad.
One pleasant summer’s morning when all the flowers were blooming-oh
Nature was a-dawning and the birds were sweetly singing-oh
I met my love near Banbridge town, my charming blue-eyed Sally-oh
She’s the queen of the County Down, the flower of Magherally-oh
In admiration they did gaze upon that blue-eyed lassie-oh
And ne’er had Adam e’er such joy when he first saw Eve in Eden-oh
Her cheeks were like the lilly fair that grows in yonder garden-oh
She’s my queen and my hearts delight, my flower of Magherally-oh
Her yellow hair in ringlets hung, her boots of Spanish leather-oh
Her bonnet with a ribbon on, her scarlet scarf and feather-oh
Like Venus fair she did appear, my charming blue-eyed Sally-oh
She’s the girl that I adore, my flower of Magherally-oh
And I hope the day will surely come when we hold hands together-oh
And I will bring my sweet-heart home, in spite of wind and weather-oh
And let them all say what they will, and let them rail and rally-oh
I will wed the girl I love, my flower of Magherally-oh.
I learnt most of this song from the flute player Cathal McConnel having heard him
sing it at various concerts and sessions around England.
It’s a typical tale of the a lovestruck youth in springtime. (been there, done that!)