I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for 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 cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly. If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die. My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snow, But Ill spend my days in endless roaming; soft is the grass, my bed is free. Ah, to be back in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the salty sea! And in Kilkenny it is reported there are marble stones as black as ink. With gold and silver I would support her, but Ill sing no more now till I get a drink. Im drunk today and Im seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to town. Ah, but Im sick now, my days are numbered, so come all ye young men and lay me down. youtu.be/SIAowBz_jCY
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 15:17:37 +0000