I wish I here was in Carrighfergus,
   Only for nights in Ballygrant
   I would swim over the deepest ocean,
   Only for nights in Ballygrant.
  
   But the sea is wide, and I can't get over.
   And neither have I wings to fly,
   Oh if I could find me a handsome boatsman
   To ferry me over to my love and die.
  
   Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,
   They've marble stones there 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 I'm seldom sober.
   A handsome rover from town to town.
   Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over,
   Come all you young lads and lay me down.
  
   I wish I here was in Carrighfergus,
   Only for nights in Ballygran.