In walking through Galway in the borders of Clare,
South west of Kinvara where houses are rare,
God who always was had directed my way
And put into my mind to go to those who are gay.
The house that I entered where John Purcell doth dwell
It was there I found kindness from a charming young (belle?)
She is the pride of her parents the truth I doth tell
She is every way decent and always well cared.
There is an A with an N and an N with an A
Just what I have heard from her own dear Mama
There is an A with an N and an R with an I
And A the last letter
Young Hana Maria.