The Woman From Balahadereen

We were clean lifting on the back roads of Clifden
I'd been drawing bales to Kinsale
And I gave 2 weeks, milking cows in Abbeyleix
I was welding steel in Abbeyfeale
And we went on the tear all around County Clare
We ate 14 fries in the town of Athy
I built a stone wall from Inch to Annascaul
I was herding a herd in Wexford
We got 32 counties of culchies and townies
Football and hurling and turf fires burning
The most beautiful woman that you've ever seen
Was driving a digger up in Ballahadereen
I been saving all my money to get down on one knee
And then I'll never leave my Irish cailín
I was driving a truck, all the way to Rosmuc
I had silage to haul in Cushendall
Leaning on a sweeping brush for the council in Kilrush
I was rigging down in Balbriggan
And we were burning rubber to get out of Ballintubber
We drank a full keg with the boys of Killybegs
Mixing grout by the bucket for a tiler in Belmullet
I was mixing cement in Buttevent
We got 32 counties of culchies and townies
Football and the hurling and turf fires burning
The most beautiful woman that you've ever seen
Was driving a digger up in Ballahadereen
I been saving all my money to get down on one knee
And then I'll never leave my Irish cailín
And it kills me to see the young people leave
My heart breaks for this old town
I've got cousins in Boston and Sydney too
An uncle in London and a girl in Kathmandu
I've got the woman of my dreams, so I'll never leave
She says Up your Ma, Up your Da, Up Feckin Armagh
32 counties of culchies and townies
Football and the hurling and turf fires burning
The most beautiful woman that you've ever seen
Was driving a digger up in Ballahadereen
I been saving all my money to get down on one knee
And then I'll never leave my Irish cailín
Would ya, would ya, would ya, would ya, would ya be well?
Ah ya would, ya would, ya would, ya would, ya would I can tell
Would ya, would ya, would ya, would ya, would ya marry me?
Would ya marry me, the woman from Ballahadereen?