Oyster Band The Lakes Of Cool Flynn
It was early one morning Willie Leonard arose Into his comrade's bed chamber he goes Saying arise my loyal comrades, let nobody know It's a fine summer's morning and bathing we'll go But as they were walking all down a long lane Who should they meet with but a keeper of game Go back Willie Leonard, do not venture in There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn Young Willie jumped in and he swam the lake round Till he came to an island but not the right ground Go back my loyal comrades, do not follow me in There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn It was later that morning Willie's sister arose And straight to her mother's bedchamber she goes Saying mother, dearest mother, I have had a strange dream Young Willie lies floating in a watery stream It was later that morning Willies mother got there Wringing her hands and tearing her hair Saying where was he drowned where did he fall in? There's death in false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn O the day of his funeral it was such a fine sight With four and twenty young men and they're all dressed in white Four and twenty young men to lay him in cold clay Said adieu to young Willie and they all marched away
