sweet carnlough bay
SWEET CARNLOCH BAY
When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and mountains
And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea,
I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning
She was asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
I said,"My wee lassie, I canna weel teIl ye
The number of miles or how far it might be
But if you'll consent I'll convoy you a wee bit
And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
You turn to the right and pass down by the churchyard
Cross over the river and down by the sea;
We'll call in Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
Just to help us along to sweet Carnloch Bay.
Here's a health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee lassie
And to every laddie that's listening to me
And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie wee lassie
When she's asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
From Folksongs and Ballads Popular in Ireland, Ossian Publications
Note: A variation on Road Tae Dundee. What's obviously missing are
the three or so verses immediately preceding the last one. Anybody
know them? Or know if they really exist? Or would like to write