As I went walking one morning in May
To view yon fair valleys and mountains so gay
I was thinking on those flowers all doomed to decay
That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes
How oft in the morning with my dog and my gun
I roam through the glens for joy and for fun
But those days are now all over and I must go away
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes
How oft of an evening and the sun in the west
I roved hand in hand with the one I loved best
But the hopes of youth are vanished and now I'm far away
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes
Oh, it was not the want of employment at home
That caused us poor exiles in sorrow to roam
But those tyrannising landlords, they would not let us stay
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion Braes