I wish i was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand. I would swim over the deepest ocean. Only for nights in Ballygrand. But the sea is wide and i cannot swim over and neither have i the wings to fly. I wish i had a handsome boatsman. To ferry me over my love and i. My childhood days bring back sad reflections, of happy times there spent so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations, have all past on now with the melting snow. So i'll spend my days in this endless roving, soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free. Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus, on the long road down to the salty sea. Now in Kilkenny it is reported. On marble stone thereas black as ink. With gold and silver i would support her, but i'll sing no more now till i get a drink. Cause i'm drunk today and i'm seldom sober. A handsome rover from town to town, ah but i'm sick now my days are numbered. Come all me young men and lay me down. Come all me young men and lay me down.