"As I was walkin' one morning all in the month of May
To view all your mountains and valleys so gay,
I was thinking on the flowers all going to decay
That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Slieve Galleon Braes.

Full of times I have wandered with my dog and my gun,
I'd ramble these mountains and your valleys for fun,
But those days they are now over and I can no longer stay
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Galleon Braes.

How oft in the evening with the sun all in the west
I walked hand in hand with the one I love best
But the hopes of youth are ended and I am far away
So farewell unto you bonny bonny Slieve Galleon Braes

'tis not for the want of employment at home
That causes the son of ould Ireland to roam,
But the rates were gettin' higher and I could no longer stay
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Galleon Braes.

Our isle it will be green and our cottages be gay
Our children will be clothed and our wives will drink strong tea
Oh you tyrannising landlords - I will no longer stay
So farewell unto to you bonny bonny Slieve Galleon Braes."