| As I was going to the fair of Dingle one fine morning last July, |
| A fine young man come up behind me «Red-haired Mary,"he did cry. |
| «Will you come with me my red-haired Mary, the donkey, he can carry two», |
| I looked at him, my eyes did twinkle, me cheeks they were a rosy hue |
| «Thank you kindly sir"I answered, then I tossed me light red hair, |
| Saying «Will you hold the donkey and I’ll ride with you to the Dingle fair». |
| When we reached the town of Dingle, he caught me hand to say good-bye, |
| When a tinker he came up behind me and hit him right in his left eye. |
| «Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
| We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we’ll lie in our marriage bed» |
| Well, he was feeling very peevish, his poor eye was sad and sore, |
| He kicked the tinker with his hobnails, knocked him through Tom Murphy’s door. |
| He galloped off to meet his father, the tallest man you e’er did see |
| He tapped him gently with his knuckles and now he’s missing two front teeth. |
| Oh wasn’t I the happy cailin «man, with you I’ll go,"I said, |
| «Never mind the priest this very morn, tonight we’ll sleep in Murphy’s shed». |
| «Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
| We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we’ll lie in our marriage bed» |
| Around the corner came a peeler, told him I had broke the law, |
| The donkey kicked him on the kneecap, he fell down and broke his jaw |
| To the fair we roamed together his black eye and my red hair |
| Gazing gaily at the tinker, weren’t we the happy pair? |
| «Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
| We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we’ll lie in our marriage bed» |
| «Will you take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed, |
| We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we’ll lie in our marriage bed» |