A 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 dress'd out like gentlemen's sons,
With their bright shining swords and carbine guns.
With their silver mounted pistols she observed then full soon,
Because that she loved her Enniskillen dragoon.
You bright son's of Mars who stand on the right
Whose armour doth shine like the bright stars of night,
Saying Willy, dearest Willy, 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 Willy, 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.