I went to the fair of Bellaghy. I bought a wee swag of a pig. I gathered it up in me arms and danced the swaggering jig. And it's high to the top of the heather, and high to the butt of the sprig, And high to the bonny wee lassie who danced the swaggering jig.
As I went to the fair of Bellaghy, I bought a wee slip of a pig. I being down by the poorhouse, I whistled the swaggering jig. And it's high to the cups and the saucers, and high to the butter and bread, And high to the bonny wee lassie who danced the swaggering jig.
I being down by the poorhouse, I whistled so loud and so shrill, I made all the fairies to tremble that lived around Corcoran's Hill. And it's high to the top of the heather, and high to the but of the sprig, And high to the bonny wee lassie who danced the swaggering jig.