My love came to Dublin one fine Sunday morning My love came to Dublin to honour me there He wore a green ribbon all about his blue bonnet And I wore a bangle of gold in my hair Well, the leaves they were green on that fine Sunday morning But now they are falling, they're winding the bough And I never asked him to buy me a ring Fall down very lightly, you leaves, on me now Now the good girls they sleep in all their fine modesty The bad girls sleep in the height of their shame But I must lie alone in the cold by the river Till I see my true love come back with my name I won't ask the clergy for prayers in the chapel And I won't hear the minister saying his prayers I'll go out to the mood of the birch trees and branches And I'll ask them to raise up their arms in the air I will make my love some shoes of the finest Spanish leather I will make my love a coat, the finest ever seen And he'll walk like a lord through the City of Dublin And I'll walk beside him in a mantle of green