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