His name I love to mention, in Ireland he was born, I loved him very dearly but alas, from me he's gone; He's gone to America, he promised to send for me, But the face of my Bonny Irish Boy I can no longer see.
I engaged my passage to New York, and on arriving there To seek and find my Irish boy I quickly did prepare; I searched New York and Providence and Boston all in vain, But the face of my bonny Irish boy was nowhere to be seen.
I went to Philadelphia and from there to Baltimore; I searched the State of Maryland, I searched it o'er and o'er; I prayed that I might find him wherever he might be, But the face of my bonny Irish boy I nowhere there could see.
One night as I lay on my bed I dreamt I was his bride, And sitting on the Blue Bell Hill and he sat by my side, A-gathering of primroses, like the happy days of yore; I awoke quite broken-hearted in the city of Baltimore.
Early then next morning a knock came to my door; I heard his voice, I knew it was the lad I did adore, I hurried up to let him in, I never felt such joy As when I fell into the arms of my bonny Irish boy.
Farewell to Londonderry, I ne'er shall see you more, Ah, many a pleasant night we spent along the sweet Lone Moor; Our pockets light, our hearts were good, and we longing to be free, And talking of a happy home in the land of Liberty.