It was down by Christchurch I first met with Annie A neat little girl, oh, and not a bit shyShe told me her father had come from Dungannon And he'd take her back in the sweet by-and-byAnd what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy or whether I'm trueAs she lifted her petticoat easy and slow And I rolled up me sleeve for to buckle her shoeNow in city or country a girl is a jewel And well built for grippin' most of them areAh, but any young fellow would sure be a fool If he tried it the first time to go a bit farAnd what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy or whether I'm trueAs she lifted her petticoat easy and slow And I rolled up me sleeve for to buckle her shoeWe wandered by Thomas Street down by the Liffey The sun had long set and the evening grew darkAnd along Whiteman's Bridge and begotten a jiffy My arm was around her out there in the parkAnd what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy or whether I'm trueAs she lifted her petticoat easy and slow And I rolled up me sleeve for to buckle her shoeSo if you chance for to go to the town of Dungannon You may search till your eyeballs are empty and blindBe it sittin' or walkin' or runnin' or standin' A girl like Annie you never will findAnd what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy or whether I'm trueAs she lifted her petticoat easy and slow And I rolled up me sleeve for to buckle her shoeSo if you chance for to go to the town of Dungannon You may search till your eyeballs are empty and blind