Lornadoone was born in the month of June The night was full with moon Her Mum gave out her last breath without a doubt, "Take care, my bonnie doone"
Father was so mistaken With her fine yellow hair, she was sweet not a bear So he cared for his daughter Giving gifts every day, cutting words were her way
Lornadoone would sing such a lovely tune inside her room Father cried, each day did he run and hide, "Please take my Lornadoone."
By the time she was sixteen He was out of his head Every day did he dread But he promised her mother A fine life, a fine lad, this is all she would have
So he set out a sum, in the memory of mum And he promised a lad a fine lady He must win her heat to earn his fair part Even though it all sounded quite shady The lads came a-running, she was venomous and cunning Proceeding to make herself clear "They all act like boars, I hate them" she roared "Away with them, no one come near!"
Father canceled the offer But a suitor did swear he would win her fine hair He became such a villain So to tempt such a tempest, she'd finally give in
Lornadoone left home in the month of June The sun was high with noon And father cried his last words without a doubt "Take care my Lornadoone" The End