It was down by Christ Church that 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 bye and bye
What's that to any man, whether or no
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the Liffey
The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arm was around her, beyond in the park
In city or country, a girl is a jewel
And well made for gripping, the most of them are
But any young fellow is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far
If you chance for to go the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyes are weary and blind
Be you lying or walking or sitting or running
Another like Annie you never will find
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