When Barney Flew Over The Hills

'Twas a cold winter's night and the tempest was stormy

The snow like a sheet covered cabin and side

When Barney flew over the hills to his darling

He tapped at her window, where Katie did lie

"Adieu," said he, "Are you sleeping or waking?

The night's bitter cold and my coat, it is thin

For the storm, it is brewing, and the frost is a-waiting

Oh Katie Mavarney, you must let me in"

"Barney," cried she, she spoke through the window

"How could you be taking me out of my bed?

To come at this time is a sin and a shame, sir

It's whisky, not love, that's got into your head"

"A chuisle," cried he, "It's my heart as a fountain

That weeps for the love that might lay at your door

Your name is more white than the snow on the mountain

Barney will die to preserve it as pure

I'll go to my home though the winter winds face me

I'll whistle the notes for I'm __

And the words of my Kathy will comfort and __ me

'Oh Barney, a mhuirnín, I won't let you in'"