Carrickfergus

Tara Holtea - Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrigfergus

Only for nights in Ballygrant

The deepest ocean

I would swim over

The deepest ocean

My love to find

But the sea is are so wide

I cannot 'cross over

And neither have I the wings to fly

If I could meet well a handsome boatsman

To ferry me over to my love and die

They say of life

Hundred has been written

On chances grantted I'm on the lone

Both the sons of time

They have first roled over me

Unders too late now

To carry on

I'll spend my days in endless roaming

Soft is the grass I'm sure my bed is free

Oh to be back in Carrigfergus

Strike that long some road down to the sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported

On marble stones there as black as ink

With gold and silver I would support her

I'll but I'll sing no more 'till I get a drink

I'm drunk today I'm seldom sober

A handsome rover from town to town

Ah but I'm sick now my days are numbered

Come all you young men and lay me down