Different one on the Pay the Reckoning website, which they say they got from the Bodleian broadside collection:

Lurgan Braes

The summertime being in its prime
The weather calm and clear
My troubled mind no rest could find
For thinking of my dear
I left that town called Portadown
Unto Woodside I came
Where all alone I made my moan
To Kelvin's purling streams

Stream said I as I passed by
Give ear to what I say
How can you roll without control
To such a foreign key
Your murmurs bewail my bosom sorely
Here stands an apprentice boy
He'll never prove false to the girl he loves
Till Kelvin stream runs dry

There is many a pretty little fish
Swims in yon river clear
There is many a long and weary mile
Between me and my dear
There is many a flower grows in yon bower
But none my fancy please
He sobbed and cried he loved a maid
Lived near to Lurgan Brae

There is a bonnie wee lass
In my own country
Ad her I will go and see
But if she's dead or wed
I'm at my liberty
If ever I chance to go that way
As I suppose I may
I will call and see the lass I loved
Who lived on Lurgan Braes.

The Ord version is more tightly edited so I'd guess the Bodleian one is older.