Adding another version, printed in Cork, that might have made it to North America before the Civil War. Similar to other posted versions, but some differences.

Lyr. Add: SHULE AGRAH

Oft I roved my garden bowers;
To gaze upon fast fading flowers,
And think upon past happy hours,
That's fled like summer's bloom

    Shul, Shule, Shule agrah,
Time can never end my woe,
Since the lad of my heart did go,
    Gudhe tough, gudhe, tough, slaun

No more am I that blooming maid,
That used to rove the valley's shade;
My youth, my bloom, are both decayed
And every charm is gone
    Shuld, shule, shule, etc.

His eyes were black, his coat was blue,
His hair was fair, his heart was true,
I wish in my heart I was with you
Gudhe tough, gude lough, slaun (sic!)
    Shule, Shule, Shule, etc.

The time can only ease my woe
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
Uska dhe, uska dhe, mavourneen slaun,
I'll sell my rack, I'll sell my reel
When my flax is out I'll sell my wheel,
To buy my love a sword and shield,
    Gudhe tough, gudhe tough, etc.

I wish I was in younder hill,
It's there I'd sit and cry my fill,
That every tear would turn a mill
Gudhe tough, gudhe tough slaun,
    Shule, shule, shule, etc.

Oh I sat on my love's knee
Many a fond story he told to me
He said many things that ne'er will be
    Gudhe tough, Gudhe tough, etc.

I'll dye my petticoat, I'ss dye it red,
That round the world I may beg my bread,
And then my parents would wish me dead
Gudhe tough, Gudhe tough slaun
    Shule, shule, shule, etc.

Time can only ease my woe
Since the lad of my heart from me did go
    Uske dhe, uske dhe, mavourneen slaun.

Bodleian Collection, Harding B26(602), 18--, printer Haly, Cork.
Note: spelling left as printed.