| We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by | 
| Cowhides and wool and live cargo | 
| Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook | 
| Piery keeps log for his father | 
| Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| Ready with priming we’d our galliot gun | 
| Muskets and pikes in good order | 
| We should be riddled captives would be none | 
| Death or else the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Death or else the lowlands low | 
| A pirate approached us many leagues from shore | 
| We fought and we sunk him in good order | 
| He’ll go a-roving plundering no more | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Sailing for the lowlands low | 
| We smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashore | 
| Then we unloaded our cargo | 
| A fair wind is blowing we’re headed for Dunmore | 
| Sailing from the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Sailing from the lowlands low | 
| The lowlands low, the lowlands low | 
| Sailing from the lowlands low |