By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy.
"My heart it strangely cleaves to thee,
Killeevy, O Killeevy!
And now that thy plighted love is free,
Give its unbroken pledge to me,
By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy."
The charm is strong upon Turlough's eye,
Killeevy, O Killeevy!
His faithless tears are already dry,.
And his yielding heart has ceased to sigh,