I transcribed this a while ago from P J Murrihy's singing on You Tube, I think it's fairly accurate.
WILD FLOWER OF THE LAUNE
Let Killarney have their Lily, and Tralee the lovely Rose
There's a flower more dear to me, than in the wildwood grows,
She's fairer far than any star, she's the jewel in Kerry's crown,
The pride of Erin's garden is, my wild-flower of the Laune.
Chorus: repeat last two lines.
I met her on the road to Muff, when I was twenty-two,
She said, "Young man, one favour, I'm going to ask of you,
As you stroll the streets with your ballad sheets, thro' the fair of great renown,
Will you dance a set with the girl you met, your wild-flower of the Laune?"
Well, we sang and danced three days and nights, to the minstrels merry tune,
We ate crubeens and drank black ale, but the scattering came too soon,
The open road soon called on me, to roam the country 'round,
With my money spent, 'tis away I went, from my wild-flower of the Laune.
But by luck and chance, at the harvest dance, our paths they crossed once more,
We pledged our love 'neath the stars above, as we kissed down by the shore,
The wedding bells did soon ring out, and now we're settled down,
Besides these banks, where I give God thanks, for my wild-flower of the Laune.