Sweet Etty Of Rhenwee

O gaily sing the birds among The woods of Ballaharry, And brightly shines the gorse along The lanes of Ballavarry; But I must go and leave them all To sail upon the sea, Unless you say one little word, Sweet Etty of Rhenwee.

My father he will go his ways And never heed or bother, But Oh! My heart is failing when I think upon the mother. But I must leave them all and go To sail upon the sea, Until you say that little word, Sweet Etty of Rhenwee.

We played together, boy and girl, Among the gorse and heather, And mine it was, in storm and shine, To shield you from the weather. But I must go away for all To sail upon the sea, Unless you say that little word, Sweet Etty of Rhenwee.

O golden shines the gorse along The lanes of Ballavarry, And sweetly sing the birds among The woods of Ballaharry. But never came the Eirey home That sailed upon the sea, For never could she say that word, Sweet Etty of Rhenwee.