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It[D] was down by Christ[A] Church that I[D] first met with Annie
A neat little girl and[G] not a bit[D] shy
She[D]
told me her father had come[G] from Dun[D]gannon
And would take her back home in the[A] sweet bye and [D]bye
And[G]
what's that to any man, whether o[D]r no
[G]Whether I'm easy, or[D] whether I'm[A] true
As I[G] lifted her petticoat,
easy and[D] slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to[G] buckle her[D] shoe
In city or country, a girl is a jewel
And
well made for holding, 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
We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the Liffey
The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
Along
Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arm was around her, beyond in the park
CHORUS
If you chance for
to go the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty and blind
Be you sitting or walking or sporting
or standing
Another like Annie you never will find
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