Michael Joan Baez

In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love

For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her

And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?

For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a rake and rambling railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry

And there in the arms of Michael
In their stolen hour
Loud rang the bells of Rhymney
From the ancient church bell tower