In the village of Kildore, there's a maiden young and
Fair
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, she had long and
Golden hair
When the countryman came riding, he came to her
Father's gate
Mounted on a milkwhite stallion, he came at the stroke
Of eight
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the country man
I've come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden
Hair
I have wealth and I have money, I have goods beyond
Compare
I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her
Hand
I will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to
Command
But kind sir I love a soldier, and I've pledged to him
My hand
I don't want your goods and money, I don't want your
House nor land
Mary's father spoke up sharply: you'll do as you are
Told
You'll be married on the Sunday, you'll wear the ring
Of gold
In the village of Kildore, there's a deep stream
Running wild
They found Mary there at midnight, she drowned with her
Soldier boy
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father
Say
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your
Wedding day
