On a fine and pleasant evening as my walks I did pursue
The flowers were blooming fresh and fair they had that verdant hue
And as Luna spread her golden rays disclosing many's the scene
I overheard a youthful pair conversing on the green
By the corncrake loudly calling they my footsteps did not here
And the hawthorn proved my trusty friend and to them I drew near
Till at last he broke the silence and these words to her did say
O it's I am bound to sail away to far Columbia's shore
On board of that great ship Brittanyi and strange countries I'll explore
When she heard of his departure she her arms around him threw
And the falling tears rolled down her cheeks and wet her locks like dew
For it's when you reach Columbia's shore some pretty maids you'll find
Dressed in their country's fashion you'll soon bear me from your mind
O no, my dear where'er I roam a stranger's life to share
I'll never forget the nights I spent with you round Carrowclare
O no, my dear where'er I roam in foreign lands to toil
I'll never forget the days we spent sailing round Lough Foyle
Then he threw his arms around her saying if fortune should favour me
In wedlock bands we'll join our hands when I return to thee
And from Derry quay he sailed away on breezes fresh and fair
And now he is in Amerikay far far from Carrowclare