Here is that song set out (with an occasional spelling correction).

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

More songs about Lurgan can be found at Pay The Reckoning's Rants and Raves and a rake of original tunes "in the tradition" which are inspired by Lurgan and its environs may be found at Aidan Crossey's Original Tunes.

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