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I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over, the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean my love to find But the water is wide, and I cannot swim over, and neither have I the wings to fly If I could find me, a handsome boatman, to ferry me over my love and die My childhood days, bring back sad reflections, of happy times I spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations, have all passed on now, like melting snow But I'll spend my days in endless roaming, soft is the grass, my bed is free Oh to back now in Carrickfergus, on that long road down to the sea And in Kilkenny, it is reported, on marble stones there, as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her, but I'll sing no more now, 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 sick now, my days are numbered, come all ye young men and lay me down |