What a beautiful song, wonderful sung and played.
When I was young and foolish, my age being 24,
I left Lough Erne's lovely banks. To Boston I sailed o'er.
'Twas there I met a lady gay of honour and renown,
And of her I did ask the way to famous New York town.
"What would you take, young man," she said, "along with me to stray?
And we'll talk about old Ireland and Lough Erne another day.
I have ranches down in Texas. I have horses by the score;
And I'll take you down the Rio Grande. It's far from Erne's shore."
"Oh, no, kind lady. Pardon me. Your wealth I do disdain.
I'll go with you another day your fond love to maintain.
There is no night nor hour bright is half so fair as you,
But Erin's fens and plains and glens to leave them I would rue.
"How could I leave Lough Erne's banks where my young Molly dwells?
Your mansions and your castles are to me like prison cells.
Were you ever on Lough Erne's banks when the sun is setting low,
With the purple of the heather and the moon a fiery glow?
"The fair in Enniskillen is the greatest fair of all,
Where the cailins are the fairest and the boys are straight and tall;
So I'll bid adieu to Texas, too. I'll see it never more,
For I'm going back to Ireland and lovely Erne's shore."
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