'twas down by christchurch i first met with annie
a neat little girl and not a bit shy
she told me her father who came from dungannon
would take her back home in the sweet by and by

and what's it to any man whether or no
whether i'm easy or whether i'm true
as she lifted her petticoats easy and slow
i tied up my sleeves for to buckle her shoe

we wandered by thomas street down to the liffey
the sunshine was gone and the evening grew dark
along the kingsbridge and begod in a jiffy
me arms were around her beyond in the park

from city or country a girl is a jewel
and well made for gripping the most of them are
but any young man is he really a fool
if he tries at the first time to go a bit far

now if ever you go to the town of dungannon
you can search till your eyes are empty or blind
be you lying or walking or sitting or running
a girl like annie, you never will find