| lyric | 'Twas down by Christchurch that I first met with Annie,
A neat little girl and not a bit shy,
She told me her father, who came from Dungannon,
would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye.
Chorus:
An what’s that to any man, whether or no,
whether I’m easy or whether I’m true,
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe.
From city or country a girl's ajewel
And well-made for gripping the most of them are.
But any young fellow, he is really a fool,
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far.
We wandered by Thomas Street down to the Liffey.
The sunlight was gone and the evening was dark.
And along by Kingsbn'dge and begod in ajiffy
Me arm was around her beyond in the Park.
Now if you should go to the town of Dungannon,
You can search till your eyeballs are empty or blind.
Be you sitting or walking or sporting or standing
A girl like Annie you never will find. |