It was down in old Joe's barroom, on a corner by the square;
The drinks were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
Let her go, let her go, God bless here! Where ever she may be;
She may search this wide world over, never find a man as sweet as me!
(2)On my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes were blood-shot red;
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,