With Kitty I'll go for a ramble Over the mountains wild Where the blackbirds nest in the brambles In a place where the eagle flies Or in some lonely valley Where the birds in the evening nest And me with their prayers would mingle For the sun to hurry west
Oh, me darling wee lark of the heather Your voice is so sweet to me As the stars all singing together Where the mountains sweep down to the sea And all of Erin's bright treasures All her beautiful locks and rills Cannot equal one smile from my Caitlin My queen of the heathery hills
I'll buy the roughest of raiments To last out the life of man With me whiskers unkempt and unshaven Till the reach is a mile in span Like the fleece on a grey mountain wether They'll rumble and jingle around If I can't find a wife in the heather I'll try in the low mown ground