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Fare thee well Ennis killen, fare thee well for a while, to all your fair waters and every green isle, oh your green isle will flourish, your fair waters will flow while I from old Ireland on exile must go. |
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They where all dressed out like gentlemen's sons with their bright shining swords and carbine guns, with their silver mounted pistols, she observed them full soon, because that she loved her Enniskillen Dragoon. |
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The bright sons of Mars, as they stood on the right, their armor did shine like the bright stars at night. Says she, "lovely Willie, you have listed too soon to serve as a darn Enniskillen Dragoon"". |
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Oh my beatiful Flora, your pardon I crave until now and forever I will be your slave. Your parent insult you both morning and noon, for fear you would wed your Enniskillen Dragoon. |
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Oh now, dearest Willie, mind what youare saying, for children are obliged their parents to obey. But when you're leaving Ireland, they all change their tune saying, the Lord be with you, Enniskillen Dragoon. |
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Fare thee well Ennis killen, fare thee well for a while, and all around the borders of green Erin's isle when the wars will be over, you'll return in full bloom, they will all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoon. |
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Now the war it is over, and they have returned at last the regiment lies in Dublin, and Willies has got a pass. Last sunday they were married, and Willie was the groom and now she enjoys her Enniskillen Dragoon. |
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