As I was a-walking one evening alone
I met a young fellow making his moan
The sky may be fair and the stars may be bright
But I'll never get home to my darling toning

There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at Wall
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all
I drank to the company so warm and so tight
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight

I promised her presents, I promised her spice
She said that a shawl for the bairn would be nice
But the coin in my hand it soon left me sight
And I'll never get home to my darling tonight

There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at Wall
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all
I drank to the company so warm and so tight
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight

My friends called me back e'er I made for the door
So many friends that I'd ne'er seen before
But I can't see them now though try as I might
And I'll never get home to my darling tonight

There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at Wall
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all
I drank to the company so warm and so tight
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight

There's no boat on the river, so I cannot row
And the water's too wide for to wade in I know
And the road is too long with no horse for to ride
So I'll never get home to my darling toning

There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at Wall
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all
I drank to the company so warm and so tight
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight

So all you young fellows now hear what I say
Head straight for home, when you pocket you pay
For the fire in the ale-house is warm and it's bright
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight

There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at Wall
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all
I drank to the company so warm and so tight
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight