I used to have a recording of Irish folk music, with this song on it. I have not since encountered it, and the lyrics don't seem to be posted anyplace on the web. Does anyone know who might have recorded it? Here are the lyrics (from memory - I've definitely got some errors).

I would appreciate any further information anyone has about this song!

(It has an extremely pretty tune, by the way!)

As I roved out one evening in the pleasant month of May,
It was down by Carrick River I carelessly did stray,
Where the hawthorn and sweet briar they would your heart illume,
And the rippling of the waters when the [clothards?] were in bloom.

I do remember long ago, when together we did roam
Through the lovely dells of Carrick where the woodcock makes his home,
Where all nature it seems smiling along each rocky side,
And the silvery stream flows down between to join the Slaney[?] tide

We oft-times go to view the place where our comrades they do lie,
Where all were joined in harmless sport in days that are gone by.
Our hearts were gold; we knew no care, as through the fields we strayed.
But, in vain the days have passed away, where oft-times we have played.

The thoughts of you, sweet Carrick, are constant in my mind.
I have roamed this wide world over; your equal I can't find.
Your lofty hills and waterfalls, it's them I do adore.
So, fare thee well, sweet Carrick; adieu for ever more.