The first time I say my young Moorlough Mary
'Twas in the market of sweet Strbane,
Her smiling countenance was so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepan;
Her killing glances bereaved my senses
Of peace and comfort by night and day
In my silent slumber I start with wonder -
Oh Moorlough Mary, will you come away?

To see my darling on a summer morning
When Flora's fragrance bedecks the lawn,
Her neat deportment and manners courteous
Around her sporting the lamb and fawn;
On her I ponder whare'er I wander
And still grow fonder, sweet maid, of tdee,
By thy matchless charms I am enamoured
Oh, Moorlough Mary, will you come away?

Were I a man of great education
And Erin's Isle at my command,
I'd lay my head on your snowy bosom
In wedlock's bands, love, we'd join our hands;
I'd entertain you both night and morning
With robes I'd deck you both bright and gay
And with jewels rare, love, I would adorn you,
Oh, Moorlough Mary will you come away?

On Moorlough's banks I will ever wander
Where heifers graze on a pleasant soil,
With lambkins sporting, fair maids resorting,
The timorous hare and blue heather bell;
The thrush and blackbird all sing harmonious
Their notes melodious on Liskey brae,
And the pretty small birds all join in chorus,
Oh, Moorlough Mary, will you come away?

Farewell my charming young Moorlough Mary,
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
While life remains in my glowing bosom
I'll never cease, love, to think of you;
Now I'll away to some lonely valley
with tears bewailing both night and day,
To some silent arbour where none can hear me
Since Moorlough Mary will not come away.

Transcribed on June 25, 2000 by T. M. Carlsen
Notes from transcriber: spelling and punctuation as in
original. Original was difficult to read.