The first time I meet young Moorlough Mary
'Twas in the market at sweet Strabane
Her thrilling glances was so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepan

Her killing glances bereaved my senses
Of peace and comfort either night and day
In my silent slumber I start to murmer
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

Now I a man of great education 
On Erin's Isle at your command
I'd lay my head on your throbbing 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 Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?"

Now I go away to my situation
Where recreation is all in view
On the river Mourne where salmons sporting
The sounding echoes bring something new

The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus
With notes melodious on Liskea brae
And the sweet lough stream I would restore you
"Oh Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?"

So fare thee well, young Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I've bid you adieu
While life remains in my glowing bosom
I'll never cease, love, but to think of 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