By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy.

A laughing light, a tender grace,

Killeevy, O Killeevy!

Sparkled in beauty around her face,

That grief from mortal heart might chase,

By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy.

"The maid for whom thy salt tears fall,

Killeevy, O Killeevy!

Thy grief or love can ne'er recall;

She rests beneath that grassy pall,