beautiful damsel of fame and renown,
A gentleman's daughter of fame and renown,
As she rode by the barracks this beautiful maid,
She stood in her coach to see the dragoons parade.
They were all dressed out like gentlemen's sons,
With their bright shining swords and carbine guns.
With their silver mounted pistols she observed them full soon
Because that she loved her Enniskillen dragoon.
You bright son of Mars who stand on the right,
Whose armor doth shine like the bright star of night,
Saying Willie, dearest Willie, you've listed full soon,
For to serve as a royal Enniskillen dragoon.
O! Flora, dearest Flora, your pardon I crave,
It's now and forever I must be a slave,
Your parents they insulted me, both morning and noon,
For fear that you'd wed an Enniskillen dragoon.
O! mind, dearest Willie, O! mind what you say,
For children are bound their parents to obey;
For when we're leaving Ireland they will all change their tune,
Saying the Lord may be with you, Enniskillen dragoon.
Fare you well, Enniskillen, fare you well for a while.
And all around the borders of Erin's green Isle,
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom,
And they'll all welcome home the Enniskillen dragoon.