Matt Hyland The Dubliners

So straight away to her love she goes
Into his room to awaken him
Saying, "Arise, my love, and go away
This very night you will be taken"
"I overheard my parents say
In spite of me they will transport you
So arise, my love, 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
And not a word by either said
As down their cheeks the tears did shower
She laid her head upon his breast
Around his neck her arms entwined them
Not a Duke nor Lord, nor Earl I'll wed
I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland
The Lord discoursed with his daughter fair
One night alone in their bed chamber
Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
Since there's no one can win your favor
She wrote a letter then in haste
Her heart for him was still repining
They brought him back to the church to went
And made a Lord of young Matt Hyland