Is it this one?

BRIDEEN BAN MO STORE.

I am a wand'ring minstrel man,
And love my only theme;
I've stray'd beside the pleasant Bann,
And eke the Shannon's stream;
I've piped and played to wife and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore,
But never met a maiden yet
Like Brideen ban mo store.

My girl hath ringlets rich and rare,
By Nature's fingers wove.
Loch Carra's swan is not so fair
As is her breast of love;
And when she moves, in Sunday sheen,
Beyond our cottage door,
I'd scorn the high-born Saxon queen
For Brideen ban mo store.

It is not that thy smile is sweet,
And soft thy voice of song
It is not that thou fleest to meet
My comings lone and long!
But that beneath thy breast doth rest
A heart of purest core,
Whose pulse is known to me alone,
My Brideen ban mo store.