I'm  a  boy  from  Lough  Erne  and  I  could  charm  a  nice  young  girl
I  would  not  ask  for  her  wealth  as  I  am  rich  enough  myself
I  own  a  good  part  of  Cork,two  sides  of  the  glen  in  Tyrone

And  not  to  repeat  myself  I'm  the  heir  of  County  Mayo
I  will  go  tomorrow  to  make  ale  in  the  wood
Without  a  cot  without  a  boat  without  a  pinch  of  gruel  with  me
But  leaves  of  the  branches  as  bedclothes  over  my  head
And  think  well  done  for  you  as  you  watch  me  from  over  there

A  cowherd,my  pet,I've  never  been  accustomed  to  be
Instead  of  playing  and  drinking  with  the  nice  young  women
on  the  mountain  side
If  I  lost  my  riches  I  probably  didn't  lose  my  senses
And  your  kiss  is  no  more  to  me  now  than  a  shoe  worn  for  a  year