Sweet Innishowen For Me!
An Old Song Resung
The blackbird he was piping loud1
From off the lilac tree,2
And there was not a single cloud3
O’er all the North Countrie ;4
When down there stepped a bonny bride,5
Still sweeter than the spring,6
And at Greencastle Ferry side7
’Twas thus I heard her sing :8
Oh, Magilligan’s a pretty place,9
And that full well is known ;10
Yet I am going to leave you all11
And live in Innishowen,12
Where every girl goes neat and trig,13
Whatever her degree.14
Oh ! of all the parts of Ireland15
Sweet Innishowen for me !16
And if you ask why I’ve forsook17
My lovely native strand,18
Just at my left third finger look,19
And you will understand.20
For, sure, a maid must follow him21
Whose ring’s upon it shown.22
Farewell, farewell ! Magilligan !23
And welcome, Innishowen !24