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
As they bloom around ye bonny, bonny Sliabh Geal ‘n Braes

How oft in the morning with my dog and my gun
I liked to go roaming for joy and for fun
But those days they are all over and I must go away
So farewell unto ye bonny, bonny Sliabh Geal ‘n 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 Sliabh Geal ‘n Braes

It was not the want of employment at home
That caused all the sons of old Ireland to roam
But those tyrannizing landlords, they would not let us stay
So farewell unto ye bonny, bonny Sliabh Geal ‘n Braes

But the rents were getting higher and we could no longer stay
So farewell unto ye bonny, bonny Sliabh Geal ‘n Braes