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I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in BallygranI would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to findBut the sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to flyIf I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and dieMy childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long agoMy boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snowBut I'll spend my days in endless roaming soft is the grass my bed is freeAh to be back in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the seaAnd in Kilkenny it is reported there are marble stones as black as inkWith gold and silver I would support her, but I'll sing no more now till I get a drinkI'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to townAh, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered so come all ye young men and lay me down From Letras Mania