Hi Billy Boy,

If you're thinking of the same tune that I am, try these:

    D       G               D
Last eve as I wandered quite near,

                     Em      A
To the borders of my little farm.

D         G       D
A beautiful maiden appeared,

                  G                D
Whose loveliness caused my hearts harm.

                                 G
By her bearing and look smitten sore,

         D             Bm               A
And the words from her sweet lips that came.

    D          G               D
To meet her I raced the field o'er,

                     G            D
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

Best regards,
Ray