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I wished I had you in Carrickfergus |
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Only for nights in Ballygrand |
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I would swim over the deepest ocean |
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The deepest ocean to be by your side |
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But the sea is wide and I can't swim over |
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And neither have I wings to fly |
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I wish I could find me a handy boatman |
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To ferry me over to my love and die |
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These childhood places bring sad reflections |
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Of happy days spent so long ago |
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My girlhood friends and my own relations |
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Have all passed on like the melting snow |
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Now, I spend my days in endless roving |
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Soft is the grass and my bed is free |
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Oh, to be home now in Carrickfergus |
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On the long road down to the salty sea |
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And in Kilkenny it is reported |
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On marble stone as black as ink |
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With gold and silver he did support me |
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But I'll sing no more now till I've had a drink |
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Well, I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober |
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As I roam on from town to town |
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Oh, but I am sick now and my days are numbered |
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Come all you young lads and lay me down |
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Come all you young lads and lay me down |