The Rose Of Newmarket

Saw her once in the Duhallow Town of Newmarket and the memory with me remain Of her dark wavy hair to her shoulders tossing in the wind and rain I was just a teenage lad then she would have been near her life's prime In May in the early sixties this is going way back in time I do recall asking an old bloke who the lovely one might be He said she is the Rose of Newmarket as beautiful as one could wish to see To marry raise children and grow old in Duhallow will not be in her life's destiny Very soon she will be leaving Newmarket's loss is how this will be What was a loss to Newmarket was surely a bigger town's gain On me she left a great impression though her i never see again A young woman of striking beauty yet she did seem free of conceit With warmth in her friendly greeting as she passed me by on the street The weather mild though drizzling and windy on that Sunday evening in early May Such memories with us that do linger and through the years with us do stay I wonder did she find love elsewhere and marry and in life settle down And raise children or remain single and childless in her life in a far bigger town I only did see her once briefly and that was a long time ago And she was one who did look lovely though time since would have become her foe Her dark wavy hair to her shoulders was tossing in the wind and rain On me she left a lifetime impression though her i never did see again.