When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and mountains
And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea
I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning
She was asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay

Said I, "my wee lassie, I can well teIl you
The number of miles or how far it may be
But if you will consent, I'll convoy you a wee bit
And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnlough Bay"

"You'll turn to the right and pass down by the churchyard
Cross over the river and down by the sea
We'll call at Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
Just to help us along to sweet Carnlough Bay"

Here's a health to Pat Hamill, likewise the wee lassie
And every young laddie that's listening to me
And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie wee lassie
When she's asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay