I don't know where I have this from, but it seems to be a transcription from the DeDannan recording.

SHORES OF LOUGH BRAN

Sit you down, loyal comrade, sit you down for a while
'til I spend my last hours 'round Erin's Green Isle
come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand
for tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran.

There's my father and mother you can now hear them cry
with their tears bewailing would moisten your eye
but I will assist them, please God, if I can
far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.

In the incoming morning I will bid you adieu,
to Leitrim, Drumshanboe and sweet Carrick too
but no matter what fortune I might make far away
my thoughts shall be with you by night and by day.

My thoughts shall be with you while life's course is banned
far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.

Wolfgang