I wish I was in Carrighfergus,

Only for nights in Ballygrant.

I would swim over the deepest ocean,

Only for nights in Ballygrant.



But the sea is wide, and I can't swim over.

Neither have I wings to fly.

If I could find me a handsome boatsman

To ferry me over to my love and die.



Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,

They've marble stones there as black as ink.

With gold and silver I would transport her

But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink.



I'm drunk today, but I'm seldom sober.

A handsome rover from town to town.

Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over,

Come all you young lads and lay me down.



I wish I was in Carrighfergus,

Only for nights in Ballygrant.