The very first time I met my Moorlough Mary
It was in the market of Sweet Strabane
Her killing glances were so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepann
Her smiling glances berefit my senses
Of peace or comfort either night or day
And in smiling slumber I start and murmur
Oh! Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

Were I a man of great education
Or Erin’s Isle at my own command
I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands
I would entertain you both night and morning
With robes I’d deck you, both night and day
And with kisses sweet love I would embrace you
Oh! Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

On Moorlough’s banks now, no more I’ll wander
Where heifers graze on yon pleasant soil.
Where lambkins sporting, fair maids resorting
The timorous hare and blue heather-bell
I would press my cheese while my wool’s a-teasing
My ewes I’d milk by the break of day
While the whirring Moorcock and lark allures me
! Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

Now I’ll away to my situation
My recreation is all in vain.
On the river Mourne where the salmon sporting
The rocks re-echoing my plaintive strain
Where the thrush and blackbird do join harmonious
Their notes melodious on the river brae.
And the little songbirds do join in chorous
Oh! Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

Then farewell, my charming young Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
While life remains in my flowing bosom
I’ll never cease love to think on you
Now I’ll away to some lonely valley
With tears bewailing, both night and day
In some silent arbour where none can hear me
Since Moorlough Mary you won’t come away.