It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father had come from Dungannon
And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye
And what's it to any man, whether or no
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
In city or country, a girl is a jewel
And well made for gripping, the most of them are
But any young fellow is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far
We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the Liffey
The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
Along by Kingsbridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arm was around her, beyond in the park
If ever you go the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty and blind
Be you sitting or walking or sporting or standing
Another like Annie you never will find
