When first that I was courted by a bonny Irish boy
He called me his jewel, his heart's delight and joy
It was in Dublin City, that place of note and fame
When first my bonny Irish boy a-courting to me came

His cheeks like the roses, his hair it is light brown
His locks in ringlets shining o’er his shoulders all hung down
His teeth were white like ivory, his eyes as black as sloes
He breaks the hearts of all the girls wherever that he goes

Long time I kept his company in hopes to be his bridе
But now he's gone and left me for to cross the raging tide
I'm afraid some other fair girl my true love will enjoy
And leave me here lamenting for my bonny Irish boy