When I was nine in harvest time I crossed the orchard wall.
The moon was bright the apples ripe upon the ground did fall.
We filled our sacks then we made our way back more adventure soon to find.
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs in those sweet Dungarvan times.

I crossed that orchard wood again when I was just thirteen.
It was I think to be my first drink of cider and poitin.
I remember well it tasted like hell, and I hoped the pain would end soon
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs in that sweet Dungarvan moon.

When I was nineteen years of age I crossed the wall with pride
My Annie fair with the nut-brown hair she was walking by my side
Our clothes came off, we tumbled and we tossed, all innocence it was gone
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs in that sweet Dungarvan dawn

When I was twenty-one years old I married my Annie there
The apple blossoms in the trees they were better in her hair
And when the day over there was a drunk for every tree
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs by those sweet Dungarvan seas.

Now I’m forty-five and I am much alive children I have four
Three girls and one fine strapping son and I have hopes for more
I’ll teach them of what lies ahead I have plenty to tell still
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs in those sweet Dungarvan hills.

Now I’m ninety-one my days are near done my Annie has long since gone
Our days they were good, and well they should, but it’s time that I passed on
And when I die I want to lie beneath those whispering trees
In that orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs in the sweet Dungarvan breeze.

And when I die I want to lie in the air, land and foam
In an orchard ‘neath the Comeraghs by my sweet Dungarvan home.