I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygran

I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly

If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago

My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snow

But I'll spend my days in endless roaming soft is the grass my bed is free

Ah to be back in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported there are marble stones as black as ink

With gold and silver I would support her, but I'll sing no more now till I get a drink

I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to town

Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered so come all ye young men and lay me down

I think I want to have this song played at my funeral instead of Danny BOy.