There's a woman in Ireland who'd
Give me an gem and and my fill to drink,
There's a woman in Ireland to whom
My singing is sweeter than the music of strings
There's a woman in Ireland who
Would much prefer me leaping
Than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod
There's a woman in Ireland who'd envy me
If I got naught but a kiss
From a woman at a fair, isn't it strange,
And the love I have for them
There's a woman I'd prefer to a battalion,
And a hundred of them whom I will never get
And an ugly , swarthy man with
No English has a beautiful girl