Here's my rendition ... transcribed before I scrolled down and saw others had already done it.

The West of Ireland
(as sung by The Boys of the Lough on The Piper’s Broken Finger—best as can be understood by the transcribe)

One summer’s morn as I walked forth all in the foggy dew
It was there I spied a pretty fair mai’en 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, that I take you for to be;
Come sit ye down in this flowery vale and bear me company.”
I kindly did salute this maid; I grasped her by the hand …
Sayin’ “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 makin’ fun
For if I’m a little on my way, my mama would think wrong.
My journey is far if you knew at 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 peruse my pen I will throw down.
And to yonder alehouse I will go, my sorrows for to drown.
I will toss up a glass to you, fair lass, no matter where you stand,
And adieu, adieu to all fair maids … from the west of Ireland.