'Twas on a Monday morning, in weather calm and clear,
I crossed Greencastle ferry, in springtime of the year;
I crossed Greencastle ferry free from all care and toil,
To view the hills and valleys across the river Foyle.

Magilligan's a neat wee place and that full well is known,
But I intend to leave it and live in Inishowen.
Where pretty girls are found galore, as everyone can see.
Above all parts of Ireland sweet Inishowen for me.

The road to Glenagivney is above Greencastle town;
There lives a handsome colleen of honour and renown;
The smiles of her bright countenance have so enchanted me,
By Cupid's dart I've found the smart, I'm wounded quite by she.

"I'm sorry, miss, you slight me, and I your wounded slave;
I'll never cease to worship you until I reach my grave;
Perhaps you'll rue't when I'm far off; when Cupid sets me free;
So take kind Fortune as your guide and come and marry me."

"The character I got of you, it pleases me right well;
I care not what my friends may think, I'm out to please mysel'.
And if the Fates are kind at all, we'll lead a happy life;
So I have no objection, John, I'll be your loving wife."

From Sam Henry's Collection

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