作词 : Traditional
My bonnie barque floats light and free
Across the surging foam
It bears me far from
Innisfail
To seek a foreign home
A lonely exile traveller '
Neath misfortune's cruel frown
Away from home and the friends so dear
In sweet King
Williams Town
While here upon the deck
I stand And watch the surging foam
Kind thoughts arise all in my mind
For friends
I'll ne'er see more
For childhood days and all happy hours
As fast the tears roll down
For my old home and the friends so dear
In sweet King
Williams Town
Shall I no more gaze on that shore
Or view those mountains high
Or gaze along
Black Water's banks
Where I roamed as a boy
For to view the sun over
Knockacummer
Light up the heather brown
Before she flings her little farewell beams
Over sweet
King Williams
Town