Verse 1 From River Erne I come to coax a fair maid, No dowry would I ask, my fortune is made, With Cork and Tyrone and the valleys beside, I’m heir to Mayo and I say it with pride. Verse 2 Tomorrow I’ll brew up some ale in the wood, No boat and no barrel, no malt where I stood, With leaves of the branches to cover my head, And blessings to you as you pass by my bed. Verse 3 To herd up the cattle is not my design, I'd rather drink whiskey with ladies so fine, If riches are gone, still my senses are clear, Your kiss is worth less than a shoe worn a year. Verse 4 My darling, my treasure, don't marry the old, Go marry a young man who’s reckless and bold, Or else you’ll be lonely with no one to hold, And weeping your tears in the morning so cold.
