My bonny barque floats light and free, across the surging foam
It bears me far from Inis Fail to seek a foreign home
A lonely exile driven ‘neath misfortune’s cruel frown
From my own home and friends so dear in sweet Kingwilliamstown

Whilst here upon the deck I stand and watch the surging foam
Kind thoughts arise all in my mind of friends I’ll ne’er see more
Of moonlt eves, and happy hours—how fast the tears roll down
Still thinking of my friends so dear, round sweet Kingwilliamstown

Shall I no more gaze on that shore or view those mountains high
Or stray along Blackwater’s banks where I roamed as a boy
Or view the sun o’er Knockaboul light up the heather brown
Before she flings her farewell beams, o’er sweet Kingwilliamstown.

I know not yet, but fondly hope, where’er my footsteps roam
To cherish deeply in my heart, the thoughts and love of home
Now fades the shore, and on my soul the night winds sadly down
So God be with you Ireland, farewell Kingwilliamstown.