| The cocks are crowing, daylight is appearing |
| It’s drawing nigh to the break of day |
| Arise, my darling, out of your slumber |
| Arise, my darling, and let me in |
| And when he came to his true love’s window |
| He kneeled low down upon a stone |
| And through the window he whispered softly |
| «Arise, my darling, and let me in» |
| «Well, who is that that is at my window? |
| And who is that that gives me no rest?» |
| «'Tis I, 'tis I a poor wounded lover |
| Who fain would speak with you, love, awhile» |
| «Then go away, love, and ask your daddy |
| If he would have you my bride to be |
| But if he says no then return and tell me |
| For this is the last time I will trouble thee» |
| «Oh my dada is in his bed chamber |
| He’s fast asleep on his bed of ease |
| But in his pocket there lies a letter |
| Which reads far, love, on to your disgrace» |
| «Oh what disgrace can he do unto me? |
| A faithful husband to you I’ll be |
| And what other neighbours have 'round their houses |
| The same, my darling, you would have with me» |
| «Then go away, love, and ask your mammy |
| If she would have you my bride to be |
| But if she says no then return and tell me |
| For this is the last time I will trouble thee» |
| «Oh my mama, she’s an old aged woman |
| And scarce can hear, love, one word I say |
| But she’d have you go, love, and court some other |
| For I’m not a fitting girl your bride to be» |
| «I'll go away but I’ll court no other |
| My heart is linked all on your charms |
| I’d have you go, love, and leave your mammy |
| For you’re only fit to lie in your love’s arms» |
| «I'll go away unto the wild mountains |
| Where I’ll see nothing but the wild deer |
| And I’ll eat nothing but the wild herbs sure |
| I’ll drink nothing but my true love’s tears» |
| «And if the Kellybawn, it were mine in the chorus |
| And the green fields, they were mine and wide |
| If my pen was made of the tempered steel sure |
| My true love’s praises I could never write» |