| lyric | 1. I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
only for nights in Ballygrant.
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
only fpr nights in Ballygrant.
But the sea is wide and I can’t swim over
nor have I the wings to fly
if I could find me a handsome boatsman
to ferry me over to my love and die.
2. Now in Kilkenny, it Is reported,
They’ve marble stones as black as ink,
With gold and silver I would transport her,
But I’ll sing no more now ’till I get a drink.
I’m drunk today, but then I’m seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town,
Ah, but I’m sick now, my days are over,
Come all ye young lads and lay me down. |