The maidens of beauty and swains so forlorn
That carelessly wander away from your home
I am off by the moonlight and break of the morning
I'll be found in the mountains of dark Iniseoghain
I strayed to a place they call sweet Clonmany
In search of a fair one that I might adore
But a maiden to love me, I couldn't find any
From Meendoran Bridge to the Gap of Mamore
Many's the Colleen I cast my eye over
From Mary of Malin to the Rose of Moville
All sweet were their smiles and eyes filled with laughter
But sure in the end was myself waiting still
At the Bay of Culdaff where the wild waves are breaking
Carndonagh with forest-clad mountains and hills
I sat, but in vain with a heart that was aching
For one whom my dreams of a bride would fulfill
But then in the shades of old Barnan I found you
That valley o'ershadowed by mountains so grand
And I prayed that God's angels would ever protect you
And I placed a keepsake in your little white hand
And now I am stationed in County Fermanagh
Far from the fair one that I do adore
But when I return it will be to my dear one
That I left in the mountains of dark Iniseoghain