It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing,
Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray,
The the thrushes they were warbling,
The violets they were charming
To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay.
She said, my dear don´t leave me all for another season,
Though fortune does be pleasing I ´ll go along with you,
I ´ll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation,
And to the bonny Bann banks forever I ´ll bid adie
