“I know a maid in Mayo, I know a maid,” said he,

“I know a maid in Mayo would give her heart to me!”

“Go to your maid in Mayo, go to your maid,” cried she;

“Go to your maid in Mayo, for all—for all of me!”

“Go to your lad in Leitrim, go to your lad,” cried he,

“Go to your lad in Leitrim, for all—for all of me!”

“And yet—and yet—” she faltered, “and yet—and yet,” blushed she,

“That lad may stay in Leitrim! It ’s here I ’d rather be!”

“That maid may stay in Mayo. It ’s there I ’d have her be!”

’T is merry down in Kerry beside the laughing sea;

’T is merry down in Kerry when man and maid agree!