Thanks, Noreen. I'm tempted a bit to say 'onto' was but a typo, but that would be a lie. Until Snuffy pointed it out for me, I never had seen the difference between onto and unto. Here's now the final version as far as I am concerned, ready for harvesting:

Wolfgang

WEST OF IRELAND

One summer's morn, as I walked forth all in the foggy dew,
it was there I spied a pretty fair maid appearing in my view.
Where have you strayed, my pretty fair maid or what took you this way?
I am from the west of Ireland, kind Sir, don't me delay.

If you're from the west of Ireland as I take you for to be,
come sit you down in this flowery vale and bear me company.
I kindly did salute this maid I grasped her by the hand,
saying, you're welcome here, my pretty fair maid, from the west of Ireland.

Let go my hand, kind Sir, she said, and don't be making fun,
for if I'm delayed all on my way, my mama would think wrong.
My journey is far if you knew but all so here is my right hand,
and a friend to you I will prove true in the west of Ireland.

Now to conclude no more for use my pen I will throw down,
and to yonder alehouse I will go, my sorrows for to drown.
I will toss off a glass unto you, fair maid, no matter where you stand.
And adieu, adieu to all fair maids from the west of Ireland.