O come with me my bonnie lass
And we shall go a ceili
Where shall we fill the cheering glass
And to our love my dearie

With graceful steps with measure's bare
And measures quaff my dearie
Until the moon has gone to bed
And all the stars are weary

Come take my ha'n my bonnie dear
My winsome dear my darling
And shall we sing as blyth and clear
As does the bright eyed starling

With graceful steps with measure's bare
And measures quaff my dearie
Until the moon has gone to bed
And all the stars are weary

The years will come and we will grow old
And all the stars will shine low
But with the years we still will hold
This love that's yours and mine love

With graceful steps with measure's bare
And measures quaff my dearie
Until the moon has gone to bed
And all the stars are weary

Until the moon has gone to bed
And all the stars are weary
