And I am a young fellow that has always loved rural sport
The fairs and the patterns of Éire I used resort
The true sons of Bacchus were always in my company
Til I lost my heart's treasure mo dheartháirín óg mo chroí
And when we were children, we did eachother adore
This lovely green island, we wandered it o'er and o'er
My brother was taken and sent o'er the dark rolling sea
Which makes me lament for mo dheartháirín óg mo chroí
The wombs turned to earth that gave birth to my brother and me
My father and mother have gone to eternity
We worked at our trades and our money we spent it quiet free
Which makes lament for mo dheartháirín óg mo chroí
From Dublin's Fair City my brother he was pressed away
Onboard of a warship to Spain o'er the dark rolling sea
Where cannons roar loudly and bullets like lightening to fly
Perhaps in some battle mo dheartháirín óg might die
If Heaven would aid me and send me to Spain where he'd be
My life I would venture to set him at liberty
Like a true loyal brother I would fight for him manfully
Oh I'd die in the arms of mo dheartháirín óg mo chroí
But now I'm alone like the desolate bird of the night
The world and its beauties no longer afford me
The dark narrow grave is the only set refuge for me
Since I lost my heart's treasure, mo dheartháirín óg mo chroí.