Your lovers all both great and small, attend unto my pain.
There is none on earth to pity me, but those who feel my pain.
I live between Dungannon, and the town of sweet Fermoy,
And now I’m in America, with my father’s servant boy.

Where is the man who will, or can, a farmer’s son despise?
He’s better when he do begin, before the sun do rise.
My love and I are ? I never will deny
There’s none on earth I love so great, as my father’s servant boy.

My parents want to have me wed unto a gentleman.
And in the church we were to meet, and join in wedlock band.
But the night before I strolled from them, unto a village nigh,
Where there I met my own true love, my father’s servant boy.

I brought my love along with me, I could do nothing more.
I bid farewell to all my friends, and to the shamrock shore.
From Belfast town we both went down, to where the 'Asic'? there did lie,
And in that ship, I sailed away with my father’s servant boy.

When we landed on the other side, our money was all spent.
Sometimes we were supported, all by an Irish friend.
A gentleman from Ireland, he gave us both employ.
Five pounds a week I now receive, from my father’s servant boy.

I left my parents lonely in sorrow for to weep.
Both day and night condoling, without a wink of sleep.
Until I wrote a letter, to the town of sweet Fermoy,
Saying I was in America with my father’s servant boy.

They wrote me a letter to Philadelphia town.
Saying if I would come home to them, I would get five hundred pounds.
But I being joined in wedlock, which crowns my love with joy,
And while I live, I’ll ne’er deceive my father’s servant boy.