The first time I met my Moorlough Mary
Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane
Her killing glances were so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepann
Her killing glances berefit my senses
Of peace or comfort either night or day
And in silent slumber I start and murmur
Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.
Now were I a man of great education
Or Erin’s Isle at my own command
I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands
I would entertain you both night and morning
With robes I’d deck you, both fine and gay
And with kisses sweet I would embrace you
Oh Mary, won’t you come away.
Now I’ll away to my situation
Where my recreation is all in view
On the river Mourne where salmon sporting
The rocks re-echoing with something new
The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus
Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae.
And the sweet lough stream I would restore you
Saying Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.
So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
While life remains in my glowing bosom
I’ll never cease love to think on you
Now I’ll away to some lonesome valley
With tears bewailing, both night and day
To some silent arbour where none can hear me
Where none can hear me
Where none can hear me