As I was walking one morning
all in the month of may
to view all your mountains
and valleys so grey
I was thinking on those flowers
all going to decay
that bloom around ye bonny bonny
Sliabh Gallion Breas
Full of times I have wandered
with my dog and my gun
I'd rumble these mountains
and your valleys for fun
But those days they now all over
and I can no longer stay
so farewell unto you bonny bonny
Sliabh Gallion Breas
How oft in the evening
with the sun all in the west
I walked hand in hand
with the one I loved best
But the hopes of youth are ended
and I am far away
so farewell unto you bonny bonny
Sliabh Gallion Breas
This not for the want
of employment at home
that causes the son
of old Ireland to roam
But the rents were getting higher
and I could no longer stay
so farewell unto you bonny bonny
Sliabh Gallion Breas
Our isle will be green
and oue cottages be gay
our children will be clothed
and your wives will drink strong tea
Oh you tyrannising landlords
I will no longer stay
so farewell unto you bonny bonny
Sliabh Gallion Breas