How can I love on the top of a mountain
Without money in his pocket or gold for the counting
I would leave the money go, all for to please my Nancy
For I will marry none, but my bonnie blue-eyed lassie.

She’s my bonny blue-eyed lassie
With her waist so neat and slender
Her skin as white as swan, and her smile so sweet and tender
Her golden hair in ringlets rare, hangs o’er her snow-white shoulder
And I’d ask her for to marry me and no one could be bolder

There are some people say that she’s very low in station
And more of them would say she’ll be the cause of my ruination
But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
Till the day that I die, to my bonny blue-eyed lassie.

Softly swims the swan, on the broad streams of Eochaill
And sweetly sings the nightingale all for to behold her
Where cold winds blow, and moorcocks crow the moon is shining clearly
But bitter are the times that passed twixt me and my true love.

For there’ some people say
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