By Eoghan O’Reilly



Carrickfergus  Trad.


I wish I was in Carrickfergus


Only for nights there in Ballygran.


I would swim over the deepest ocean


Only to be there, my love and I.


But the sea is deep and I cannot swim over


Or neither have I the wings to fly.


I would engage with a handsome boatman


To ferry me over to my love and die



And in Kilkenny it is reported


They have marble stones there as black as ink


With gold and silver I would support her


Ah but I’ll sing no more till I get a drink


I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober


A handsome rover from town to town


Ah, but I’m sing now and I’ll soon be dying


So come all ye young men and lay me down.