I wish I was in Carrighfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean, Only for nights in Ballygrant. But the sea is wide, and I can't swim over. Neither have I wings to fly, If I could find me a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die. Now in Kilkenny, it is reported, They've marble stones there as black as ink With gold and silver I would transport her But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink.
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