It being a fine morning, this young man he chose   That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes      And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes   To give her a token of his love, we suppose      "Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man   Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand      With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand   Oh, there ne'er was another would dress you so grand."      There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring   Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.      "Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold   And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold      But if I had the ring for one evening to hold   Then you shall have my answer e'er the week shall be old."      "Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came ?   And why is it that women are smarter than men ?      Oh the girl's kept the ring which I shall ne'er see again   Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."      There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring   Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.      It being a fine morning, this young man he chose   That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes      And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes   To give her a token of his love, we suppose      There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring   Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.   Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.