Oh to be in Carrick
Where the skies are always blue,
Sitting by the castle old
And thinking thoughts of you,
Looking 'cross the water
As the yachts go sailing by,
Glancing up admiringly
At all that clear blue sky.
But here I am in foreign fields,
Where it is damp with rain,
Thinking of the money spent,
Oh isn't that a pain,
I could have travelled westwards
Where green fields are miost with dew,
To that ancient and historic town,
Where the skies are always blue.