[Verse 1]
Oh, I am a poor girl straight from Cappoquin
In search of Lord Gregory, pray God I’ll find him
The rain beats my yellow locks, the dew wets my skin
My babe is cold in my arms, "Lord Gregory, let me in.”

[Verse 2]
Lord Gregory's not here and henceforth can’t be seen
He’s gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen
So leave now these windows and likewise this hall
For it’s deep in the sea you should hide your downfall

[Verse 3]
Do you remember, Lord Gregory, that night in Cappoquin
We changed the rings from our fingers and that against my will?
For yours was pure silver, and mine was black tin
For yours cost twelve guineas, love, and mine not one cent
Do you remember, Lord Gregory, in my father's hall
Where you had your will of me, and that was worst of all

[Verse 4]
Who'll shoe my babe’s little feet? Who’ll put gloves on her hand?
Who'll tie my babe’s middle with the long and green band?
Who'll comb my babe’s yellow locks with an ivory comb?
Who'll be my babe’s father till Lord Gregory comes home?
[Verse 5]
My curse on you, Mother, my curse it being sore
For I heard the lass of Aughrim came knocking at my door
Go lie down, my foolish son, now lie down and sleep
For it’s long ago your weary maid went wailing in the deep

[Verse 6]
Go saddle me the black horse, the brown and the bay
Go saddle me the finest horse in my stable today
I will range over mountains, and valleys so wide
Till I find the lass of Aughrim and lie down by her side