The first time I met my Moorlough Mary
 Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane
 Her killing glances were so engaging
 The hearts of young men she did trepann

 Her killing glances berefit my senses
 Of peace or comfort either night or day
 And in silent slumber I start and murmur
 Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

 Now were I a man of great education
 Or Erin’s Isle at my own command
 I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
 In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands

 I would entertain you both night and morning
 With robes I’d deck you, both fine and gay
 And with kisses sweet I would embrace you
 Oh Mary, won’t you come away.

 Now I’ll away to my situation
 Where my recreation is all in view
 On the river Mourne where salmon sporting
 The rocks re-echoing with something new

 The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus
 Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae.
 And the sweet lough stream I would restore you
 Saying Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

 So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary
 Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
 While life remains in my glowing bosom
 I’ll never cease love to think on you

 Now I’ll away to some lonesome valley
 With tears bewailing, both night and day
 To some silent arbour where none can hear me
 Where none can hear me
 Where none can hear me