O Mary let me take your hand once more before we part,
And let us join the merry throng whose music fills my heart.
One dance we'll have and then I'll say "No more the pipers tune."
Good bye to all so gay, Good bye old Rock of Doon.
II
O yes good bye, a long good bye my native Doon and Boyle,
And now the time has come to fly, to seek a foreign soil
And when Sheegora's shaggy brow appears no more at noon
I'll not forget my comrades around the Rock of Doon.
III
It's often and the whole day long as resting there I lay,
To listen to the blackbirds song the thrushes carol gay.
It's often I vowed, there is none so rare as sweet Lough Key in June.
Or ought with it than can compare viewed from the Rock of Doon.
IV
For when you climb it's dizzy heights proud Rockingham to see.