It's only me, Nancy Macoom, come to tell you
A wee tale, how I met my doom;
I am from Derry, I went to Kerry, in answer to an ad.
As housekeeper to Farmer Gerrard.
To my surprise I do declare,
When I arrived down there
I found him a bachelor lad as old
As my dear old dad, with buckets of stocks & shares,
Lot of cocks and herds and gold,
And to crown all that,
A pain in his heart, six months to live,
And the to depart where cock and herd
Stock and share has no market there.
Three months had gone when one fine morn
Said Farmer Ger to Mc, Nancy
You have taken my fancy,
Will you be mine for this short time.
I thought it o'er and " Aye, sure."
Take heed my dear, it's twenty years
Since we were joined in wedlock,
Ger is still to the good and I'm an old crock.
And that is the doom of Nancy Macoom
Who went from Deryy right down to Kerry
To mind old farmer Jerry.