As I went a walking one morning in May,
To view young fair valleys and montains so [bad word] 
I was thinking on those flowers, all doomed to decay,
As they bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.

How oft in the morning with my dog and my gun
I liked to go roaming for joy and for fun,
But those days they are 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.

It was not the want of employment at home,
That caused all sons of old Ireland to roam,
But those tyrannising landlords, they would not let us stay,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes.

My name is young MacGarvey, as you will understand,
I have a small farm and it's very good land,
But the rents were getting higher and we could no longer stay,
So farewell unto ye, bonny, bonny Sliabh Gallion braes