In the village of Kildory
  There` s a maiden young and fair
  Her eyes they shone like diamonds
  She had long and golden hair
  When the countryman came riding
  He came to her father`s gate
  Mounted on a milk-white stallion
  He came to the stroke of eight
  
  Step it out Mary my fine daughter
  Step it out Mary if you can
  Step it out Mary my fine daughter
  Show your legs to the countryman
  
  I have come to court your daughter
  Mary of the golden hair
  I have wealth and I have money
  I have goods beyond compare
  I will buy her silks and satin
  and a gold ring for her hand
  I will build for her a mansion
  She`ll have servants to command
  
  But kind Sir I love a soldier
  I have pledged to him my hand
  I don` t want your house nor money
  I don` t want your goods nor land
  Mary`s father spoke out sharply
  "You will do as you are told!
  You` ll be married on this sunday
  You will wear the ring of gold."
  
  Step it out Mary . . . . . .
  
  In the village of Kildory
  There` s a deep stream running by
  They found Mary there at midnight
  She drowned with her soldier boy
  In the cottage there is music
  You can hear the father say
  "Step it out Mary my fine daughter
  Sunday is your wedding day."
  
  Step it out Mary . . . . . .