‘Ev nowther muck ner hoals ti hide,

High doon a derry O,

An’ maay sha on her brahdal daay

Pull up her skets, an’ smiling saay,

‘Mah garter’s thahn, tak it, Ah praay,

An’ gi’e ’t ti thi true lovey O.’

Afoor wa pairt fill up each glass,

High doon a derry O,

Let each yan drink tiv his awn lass,

High doon a derry O,