The Dubliners - Dancing At Whitsun lyrics

It's fifty long springtimes since
She was a bride but still you may see
Her at each Whit'suntide
In a dress of white linen
With ribbons of green
As green as her memories of loving

The feet that were nimble tread carefully now
As gentle a measure as age will allow
Through groves of white blossoms
By fields of young corn
Where once she was pledged to her true-love

The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow
(go) free -
No young men to turn them or pastures go see
(seed) they are gone where the forest
Of oak trees before

Have gone, to be wasted in battle

Down from the green farmlands and
From their loved ones
Marched husbands and brothers and
Fathers and sons
There's a fine roll of honor
Where the Maypole once stood
And the ladies go dancing at Whit'sun

There's a straight row of houses
In these latter days
All covering the downs where the
Sheep used to graze
There's a field of red poppies
(a gift from the Queen)
But the ladies remember at Whit'sun
And the ladies go dancing at Whit'sun