Famous quotes by John Roll:

"You just never know until Election Day."

"I thought I would be better suited to help."

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• John Riley - Joan Baez
• John Riley - Tim O'Brien
• John Reilly - The Walkabouts
• John Reilly - Walkabouts
• John Riley - Byrds
• John Riley - The Byrds
• John O'reilly - Charlie Robison

Fair young maid all in a garden
Stange young man, passerby
He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?"
This then, sir, was her reply:
Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails all on the sea.
He's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me
What if he's in some battle slain
Or drownded (sic) in the deep salt sea
What if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be?
Well, if he's in some battle slain
I will go and mourn all on his grave
And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea
I'll be true to his memory
And if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be
I'll wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the sea
He picked her up all in his arms
Kisses gave her: One, two, three
Said, Here am I, my own true love
I am your long-lost John Riley!

John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger
And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger
Now the place was strange and work was scarce
And all he knew was farming
So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory
Now they marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande
They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna
They were treated bad and paid worse, and then the fighting started
And the more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory
Now when the church bells rang on Sunday morn, it set his soul a shiver
He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river
Then John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries
And they cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory
How they fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios
Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco
Then fifteen men were whipped like mules
On the cheeks they were hot iron branded
Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory
Now John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it matters much if you win or if you lose
"Well, I'm a man who can't go home, I'm a vagabond", says he
"I'm a victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty"
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory
Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story

Fair young maiden
All in the garden
Strange young man
Passed her by
Said: ";Fair maid
Will you marry me?";
This, then, sir,
Was her reply
";Oh no, kind sir
I canot marry thee
For my beloved
Who sails out on the sea
He's been gone
For seven years
And still no man
Shall marry me
Well if he's in
Some battle salin
Well I will die
When the moon [ ? ]
Or if he's drowned
In the dark salt sea
I'll be true
To his memory."; He picked her up
All in his arms
And kisses gave her
One, two and three
Said: ";Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly";
Said: ";Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly";

Fair young maiden
All in the garden
Strange young man
Passed her by
Said: "Fair maid
Will you marry me?"
This, then, sir,
Was her reply
"Oh no, kind sir
I canot marry thee
For my beloved
Who sails out on the sea
He's been gone
For seven years
And still no man
Shall marry me
Well if he's in
Some battle salin
Well I will die
When the moon
Or if he's drowned
In the dark salt sea
I'll be true
To his memory."
He picked her up
All in his arms
And kisses gave her
One, two and three
Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly"
Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly"

(B. Gibson and R. Neff)
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid will you marry me
And this then sir was her reply
Oh, no kind sir I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone these seven years
Still no man shall marry me
What if he's died all in some battle slain
Or if he's drownded in the deep salt sea
What if he's found some another love
He and his new love both married be
If he's found some other love
He and his new love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they now live all across the sea
He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one two and three
Saying weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Saying weep no more my own true love
For I'm your long lost John Riley

Written by Gibson/Neff Arranged by McGuinn/Crosby
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying: ";Fair young maid, will you marry me?";
This then, sir, was her reply
";Oh no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone these seven years
Still no man shall marry me";";What if he's died all in some battle slain
Or if he's drowned in, in the deep salt sea?
What if he's found some other love
He and his new love both married be?";
";If he's found some other love
He and his new love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they have love far across the sea";
He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one, two and three
";Then weep no more, my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley";
Saying: ";Weep no more, my own true love
For I'm your long lost John Riley";

My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets
Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
Fair thee well fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
And I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
Well I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
Well I said it could be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Fair thee well fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Fair thee well fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Fair thee well fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return