And do you want to know, my boys,
The for I am so glad?
If you were in my shoes, my boys,
You'd never more be sad.
I'm happy as a king, my boys,
Whatever ills betide;
Go to the Church and ring, my boys;
She says she'll be my bride!

The day I went to Castletown
To see my Ben my Chree,
She wore her finest Sunday gown
As purple as the sea.

I'm happy as a king, my boys,
Whatever ills betide;
Go to the Church and ring, my boys,
She says she'll be my bride!

We sat beneath the trammon tree,
Her little hands in mine;
Her blackbird sang a melody
That sounded all divine.
I'm happy as a king, my boys,
Whatever ills betide;
Go to the Church and ring, my boys,
She says she'll be my bride!

Oh, would that God had taught me too
To sing so sweet a song;
I'd sing it to her all night through,
I'd sing it all day long!
I'm happy as a king, my boys,
Whatever ills betide;
Go to the Church and ring, my boys,
She says she'll be my bride!