When winter was dawning o'er high hills and mountains
And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea
I spied a fair lass as the daylight was dawning
She was asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay

I said "My fair lass, I surely will tell you
The road and the number of miles it will be
And if you'll consent I'll convey you a wee bit
And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnlough Bay

You turn to the right and go down by the churchyard
Cross over the river and down by the sea
We'll stop at Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
Just to help us along to sweet Carnlough Bay"

Here's health to Pat Hamill, likewise the dear lassie
And all the young ladies who're listening to me
And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie young lassie
When she's asking the road to sweet Carnlough Bay


Regards Mick Bracken