The bright Blackwater sweetly flows
In beauty past the ancient town
And on its banks the shamrock grows
The wild ash and the hazel brown
When last I gazed upon its tide
'Twas evening, just as set the sun
And she, brave girl, was by my side
Sweet Mary White of Cappoquin.
II
The flowers that grew beside the stream
And blushed to be reflected there
When brightened by the Sun's warm beam
Were not so sweet so pure so fair
Her sunny smile and laughing eye
Her rosy cheek and dimpled chin
Her Irish heart so proud and high
Sweet Mary White of Cappoquin.
III
We met to part, for on that day
The scarlet soldiers thither came
And I was forced to flee away
With branded and with outlawed name
Because for Ireland's banner true
My brothers perished one by one