It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie   A neat little girl and not a bit shy   She told me her father had come from Dungallen   And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye      And what's that to any man, whether or no   Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true   As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow   And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe      All down the way Thomas Street, down to the levy   The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark   Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy   My arms were around her, beyond in the park      And what's that to any man, whether or no   Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true   As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow   And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe      Oh, from city or country, a girl is a jewel   And well made for grippin', the most of the while   But any young fellow is really a fool   If he tries at the first time to go a bit far      And what's that to any man, whether or no   Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true   As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow   And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe      And if ever ye´ go, to the town of Dungallen   You can search ´till your eyeballs are empty and blind   Be you lyin´ or walking or sitting or running   A girl like Annie you´ll never find      And what's that to any man, whether or no   Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true   As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow   And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe