In the village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and 
fair. 
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds, she had long and 
golden hair, 
The countryman came riding up to her daddy's gate, 
Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke 
of eight. 

Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, 
Step it out Mary if you can. 
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, 
Show your legs to the countryman. 

I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden 
hair, 
I have gold and I have silver, I have land beyond 
compare. 
I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her 
hand. 
I will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to 
command. 

"Oh, kind Sir I have a soldier and I've pledged to him 
my hand. 
I don't want your house nor silver, I don't want your 
gold nor land." 
Mary's father spoke up sharply, "you will do as you are 
told 
You will marry him on Sunday and you will wear the ring 
of gold." 

In the village of Kildoran there's a deep stream 
running by. 
They found Mary there at Midnight, drowned with the 
soldier boy. 
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father 
say, 
"Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your 
wedding day."