I am a rambling hero And by love I am betrayed, Near to the town of Baltinglass, There dwells a lovely maid, She's fairer than Hypatia bright, And she's free from earthly pride. She's a darlin' maid,her dwelling place Is down by the Tanyard side. Her lovely hair in ringlets rare Lies on her snow-white neck, And the tender glances of her eyes Would save a ship from wreck. Her two red lips so smiling And her teeth so pearly white Would rnake a man become her slave Down by the Tanyard side.

I courteously saluted her And I viewed her o'er and o'er, And I said, "Are you Aurora bright Descending here below?" "Oh, no, kind sir, I'm a maiden poor," She modestly replied, "And I daily labour for my bread Down by the Tanyard side.' So for twelve long years I courted Her till at length we did agree For to acquaint her parents And married we would be. But 'twas then her cruel father To me proved most unkind Which makes me sail across the sea And leave my love behind.

Farewell, my aged parents, To you I bid adieu. I'm crossing the main ocean All for the sake of you. But whenever I return I will make her my bride And I'll roll her in my arms again Down by the Tanyard side.

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