As I went a-walking one morning in May,
To view yon fair valleys and mountains so gay,
I was thinking on those flowers, all doomed to decay,
That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion braes.
How oft in the morning with my dog and my gun,
I roamed through the glens for joy and for fun.
But those days they are all over and I am far away
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion braes.
How oft of an evening and the sun in the West,
I roved hand in hand with the one I love best.
But the hopes of youth are vanished and now I'm far away,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion braes.
It's not the want of employment at home,
That caused us poor sons of old Ireland to roam.
But those tyrannising landlords, they would not let us stay
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion braes.
But the rents were getting higher and we could no longer stay
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion braes.
