Here's a quick transcription of Deirdre's version:
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As I roved out one evening, down by the Assembly Mall
I heard two lovers speaking as me and my love passed on
And the words that passed between them, they were but very few
Its not the leaving of Limerick that grieves me, but my darling, leaving you

In the morning when I am going, I will take you by the lily white hand
And I'll wave it oer my shoulder saying adieu to the Limerick strand
So farewell to the boys of Thomond Gate, It's to them I'll bid Adieu
Its not etc.

And now that we must be parted, I know you will understand
Why I must go broken hearted, far away from my native land
Though my fond love I must leave you, you know my heart is true
Its not etc.

The tune is recognisably related to The Leaving of Liverpool but very slow ( three minutes for three unaccompanied verses)and wistful. Beautifully sung by Deirdre.

I have slightly mixed feelings about printing the above words. It has always been my attitude that if someone asks me for a song - they get it, no question. That's how I was treated and that's how the whole thing works. But the thought of someone taking these words and trying to hammer it into the inflexible strait jacket of the typical way in which the Leaving of Liverpool is usually belted out......

Regards