'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry,
'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee,
'Twas prettier to be in little Ram's Island,
Trysting under the ivy tree!
Och hone, ochone!
Och hone, ochone!
For often I roved in little Ram's Island
Side by side with Phelimy Hyland,
And still he'd court me, and I'd be coy,
Though at heart I loved him, my handsome boy!
"I'm sailing," he sighed, "from Ballinderry
Out and across the stormy sea,
Then if in your heart you love me, Mary,
Open your arms at last to me."
Och hone, ochone!
Och hone, ochone!
I opened my arms - how well he knew me!
I opened my arms and took him to me,
And there, in the gloom of the groaning mast,
We kissed our first and we kissed our last!
'Twas happy to be in little Ram's Island:
But now 'tis sad as sad can be;
For the ship that sailed with Phelimy Hyland
Is sunk forever beneath the sea.
Och hone, ochone!
Och hone, ochone!
And 'tis oh! but I wear the weeping willow,
And wander alone by the lonesome billow,
And cry to him over the cruel sea,
"Phelimy Hyland, come back to me!"
