Lyrics

You maidens of beauty, I’m a swain that’s forlorning
I carelessly wandered far far from my home,
I am off by the moonlight and day break of morning
I am found in the mountains of dark Inishowen

I strayed to a place that they called sweet Clonmany
In search of a fair maid who I might adore
But a maiden for to love me I could not find any
From Meendoran bridge to the Gap at Mamore

Adieu to the place where I once had a sweetheart
But now she has left me no wonder I mourn
When I think of that sweet spot the haunt of that fair one
I pine for her absence in dark Inishowen

Oh it’s distance divides us in dreams I caress her
For I was as happy as if I was at home
When I speak to that vision that it bids me compress her
To a bosom that’s pining in dark Inishowen

I am now sad and lonely since I left her dear dwelling
To repine on that sweet spot I shall never see more
For I’m off by the wild beach where the salt seas are swelling
From Tullagh’s black rocks to the gap at Mamore

And now I am stationed in the county Fermanagh
And I left my wee darling with her parents at home
If I ever I return it will be to marry
And to wed my wee darling in dark Inishowen