In summer times when leaves are green,
And blossoms bedecked each tree,
'Twas to Roserea I took by way,
By chance a maid did see,
Her beauty so attracked me,
I stood a while to gaze,
At the heavens above, grant me my love,
Whom I sing in her praise.
Her lovely smiling countenance,
And curling locks of hair,
Fair Helen bright queen of the night,
Could not with her compare,
This angel bright is my delight,
My heart she has wounded sore,
Oh lovely Nelly! pity me,
And I will ask no more.
I have travelled Munster o'er an o'er,
And the Queens County too,
Some days I spent round Camross's Shades,
Those fair ones for to view,
But of all the maids my eyes ere seen,
I'll vow now and declare,
That Nelly from the Mountains down,
None with her can compare.