I am a young fellow that's easy and bold
In Castletownconnors I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many's the note
With Kitty, Judy and Mary
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
And spendin' my time in such frolicsome ways
But I ne'er could forget the sweet nature of Jane
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
My parents they taught me to shake and to sow
To plough, to harrow, to reap and to mow
My mind being too airy to drop it so low
I went out in high speculation
On paper and parchment they taught me to write
And Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes
In multiplication in truth I was bright
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale
The girls around me do flock in the square
Some give a bottle and others sweet cake
To treat me unknown to their parents
There's one from Askeaton and one from the Pike
Another from Ardagh, my heart has beguiled
Being from the mountains her stockings are white
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined
The greatest of misers must leave them behind
I'll buy a cow that will never run dry
And milk her by twistin' her horns
John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold
And Devonshire's treasure is twenty times more
But he's laid on his back amongst nettles and stones
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
If I chance for to go to the market at Croom
A cocked hat in my hand and my pipes in full tune
I am welcome at once and brought up to a room
Where Bacchus is courtin' with Venus
There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree
And Biddy from Bruff and we all on a spree
Such a combin' of locks as there was about me
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
There's some say I'm foolish and more say I'm wise
Being fond of the women I think is no crime
For the son of King David had ten hundred wives
And his wisdom is highly regarded
I'll till a good garden and live at my ease
Each woman and child can partake of the same
If there's war in the cabin, themselves they may blame
Fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
And now for the future I mean to be wise
And I'll send for the women that acted so kind
And I'll marry them all on the morrow by and by
If the clergy'll agree to my bargain
And when I'm on my back and my soul is at peace
These women will crowd for to cry at my wake
Their sons and daughters will offer a prayer
To the lord for the soul of their father
Agus fágaimid siúd mar a tá sé
