I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights, nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find But the sea is wide and I can’t swim over and neither have I wings to fly If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over, over to my love and die
My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like the melting snow But I’ll spend my days in endless roaming, soft is the grass, my bed is free Ah to be back now in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the salty sea
And in Kilkenny if it is reported there are marble stones there as black as any ink With gold and silver I would support her, but I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to town Ah, but I’m sick now and my days are numbered so come ye young men and lay me down