The first time I met my Moorlough Mary

Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane

Her killing glances were so engaging

The hearts of young men she did trepann 

Her killing glances berefit my senses

Of peace or comfort either night or day
And in silent slumber I start and murmur 

Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away
Now were I a man of great education 

Or Erin’s Isle at my own command

I would lay my head on your snowy bosom

In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands

I would entertain you both night and morning

With robes I’d deck you, both fine and gay

And with kisses sweet I would embrace you

Oh Mary, won’t you come away
Now I’ll away to my situation 

Where my recreation is all in view

On the river Mourne where salmon sporting

The rocks re-echoing with something new

The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus

Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae

And the sweet lough stream I would restore you

Saying Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away
So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary 

Ten thousand times I bid you adieu

While life remains in my glowing bosom

I’ll never cease love to think on you 

Now I’ll away to some lonesome valley

With tears bewailing, both night and day 

To some silent arbour where none can hear me
Where none can hear me
Where none can hear me