I wish I was in Carrickfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean, Only for nights in Ballygrant, But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over And neither have I the wings to fly I wish i could meet a handsome boatsman To ferry me over, my love to find. But 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. For 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 you young men and lay me down.