It being on a Monday morning, it being our pay day
We met Sergeant Jenkins at our going away
He says to Pat Reilly, "You are a handsome young man
Will you come to John Kelly's where we will get a dram"

And while we sat there boozing and drinking our dram
He says to Pat Reilly, "You are a handsome young man
I'd have you take the bounty and come along with me
To the sweet County Longford, strange faces there you'll see"

"Oh no, kind sir, a soldier's life with me would not agree
Nor neither would I bind myself down from my liberty
For I lived as happy as a prince, my mind does tell me so
So fare thee well, I'm just going down, my shuttle for to throw"

"Oh are you in a hurry, are you going away?
Or won't you stop and listen to these words I'm going to say
Perhaps now, Pat Reilly, you might do something worse
Than to leave your native country and enlist in the Black Horse"

Oh it's I took the bounty, the reckoning was paid
The ribbons were brought out, me boys, and into my cockade
It's early the next morning we all were made to stand
Before our grand general with hats all in our hands

He says to Pat Reilly "You are a little too low
With some other regiment I fear you have to go"
"I may go where I will, I have no-one to mourn
For my mother is dead, me boys, and never will return"
It's not in the morning that I sing my song
But it's in the cold evening as I march alone
With my gun o'er my shoulder, I bitterly do weep
When I think of my true love that now lies fast asleep

My blessing on my mother that reared me neat and clean
But bad luck to my father that made me serve the queen
Oh, had he been an honest man and learned to me my trade
I would never have listed nor worn the cockade