I wish I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygran,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.
But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
Oh, I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
To happy times spent so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on like the melting snow.
But I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea.
And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stones as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more till I get a drink.
I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah but I am sick and my days are numberedSo come all ye young men and lay me down.