As Luna shone her golden rays disclosing many's a scene
I overheard a youthful pair conversing on a green
As the skylark dropped her evening notes left nature quiet and still
For to hear their conversation I intend to use my sk**
With the corncrake loudly calling they my footsteps did not hear
And the hawthorn it proved my trusty friend as to them I drew near
He says, “My dear, I am about to sail to fair Columbia shore
On board of that ship Britannia, strange lands for to explore.”
When she heard of his departure she her arms around him threw
And the crystal tears bedimmed her eyes and her locks were wet with dew
“It's when you reach Columbia shore some pretty maids you'll find
Dresed up in their country's fashion, they'll soon bare me from your mind.”
“Oh no, my dear, whe'er I roam a stranger's fate I'll share
I'll ne'er forget the hours I spent with you round k**yclare.”
He pressed her to his bosom while the tears did gently flow
He says, “We must get married, love, and that before I go
Then you will go along with me across the ocean foam
What pleasures would I ever have if I left you at home?”
She gave consent to marry him, her young heart kind and true
They joined their hands in wedlock's bonds, what more could lovers do?
From Derry quay they sailed away, the seas were calm and fair
And now they are in Americay, far, far from k**yclare
As Luna shone her golden rays disclosing many's a scene
I overheard a youthful pair conversing on a green