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I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygran.
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To ferry me over my love and I.
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported
On marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
I'm drunk today, and 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.