It was down in Killala, in the merry month of May,
When the roses and the heather was in bloom.
A fair lady passed me by, and she winked with her right eye,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

‘Twas a case of love at sight, but to us it was delight,
We got cuddled up together very soon.
We got married straight away in that church at Killala,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

But she squandered all my dough, to our home we had to go,
Oh what a place to spend a honeymoon.
With no fire in the grate, only looking at the plate,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

But when we went to bed it is then I got in dread,
For I knew that I was going far too soon.
For ‘twas there upon a chair, I see her golden hair,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

But the worst was yet in store, for when she began to snore.
She nearly pulled the blanket round the room.
And ‘twas there upon a peg, I see her wooden leg,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.

Now young fellas if you meet a fair lady down the street,
Try her well before you plan your honeymoon.
Pull her leg and pull her hair and make sure that she's all there,
By the bright silvery light of the moon.