Matt Hyland - Andy M. Stewart

There was a lord, lived in this town

Who had a handsome, lovely daughter

She was courted by a fair young man

Who was a servant to her father

But when her parents they came to know

They swore they’d send him from the island

The maid she knew her heart would break

Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

Then straightway unto her love she goes

Into his room him to awaken

Saying, arise my love, and go away

This very night you will be taken

I overheard my parents say

In spite of me he will transport you

So arise, my love, and go away

I wish to God I’d gone before you

Oh must I go, to her he said

Oh must I go without my wages

Without one penny allin my purse

Just like some poor, forlorn stranger

Here’s fifty guineas all in bright gold

And that’s far more than father owes you

So take it now and go away

I wish to God I’d gone before you

They both sat down upon the bed

Just for the side of one half hour

Not a word did either speak

But down their cheeks the tears did shower

She rests her head upon his breast

And round his neck her arms entwined

Not duke nor lord, nor earl I’ll wed

I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland

I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland

I’ll wait for thee my own Matt Hyland