In the village of Kilgory, there’s maiden young and fair
Her eyes they shine like diamonds, she has long and golden hair.
But the countryman comes riding, rides up to her father’s gates
Riding on a milk-white stallion, he comes at the strike of eight.
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
I have come to court your dauhgter, Mary of the golden hair,
I have gold and i have silver, i have goods beyond compare,
I will buy her silks and satin, and a gold ring for her hand,
I will buy for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command.
I don’t want your gold and silver, I don’t want your house and land,
I am going with a soldier, I have promised him my hand,
But the father spoke up sharply: You will do as you are told,
You’ll get married on the Sunday and you’ll wear that ring of gold.
In the village of Kilgory there’s a deep stream flowing by,
On her marriage day at midnight she drowned with her soldier boy
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father say,
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.
