Carrowclare

On a fine and pleasant evening as my walks I did pursue

The flowers were blooming fresh and fair they had that verdant hue

And as Luna spread her golden rays disclosing many's the scene

I overheard a youthful pair conversing on the green

By the corncrake loudly calling they my footsteps did not here

And the hawthorn proved my trusty friend and to them I drew near

Till at last he broke the silence and these words to her did say

O it's I am bound to sail away to far Columbia's shore

On board of that great ship Brittanyi and strange countries I'll explore

When she heard of his departure she her arms around him threw