As I went a walking one morning in May,
To view you fair valleys and montains so gay,
I was thinking on those flowers, all doomed to decray,
That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion 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 are now all over and I must go away,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.
How oft in the evening and the sun in the west,
I roved hand in hand with the one I loved best,
But the hopes of youth are vanished and now I'm far away,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.
O! It was not the want of employment at home,
That caused us poor exiles in sorrow to roam,
But those tyrannising landlords, they would not let us stay,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.
But the rents were getting higher
And we could no longer stay,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.