From Carrickerry so blight and merry,
I sailed away o'er the ocean wide,
Being sad at leaving, my heart was grieving,
To leave that him where my father died.
O'er bubbling fountains on the Rooska Mountains
The ocean billows they were my quests.
They would their ways through each verdant valley.
Which surround's the ancient Newcastle West.III
Adieu, adieu, to my native Ireland.
Where in my youth I lived free and merry.
Which drove the fairest through vale and high land.
And caused me to leave you sweet Carrickerry.