MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away br From the net of the crooked town br Where they grudge us the light of the day. br br Around my neck you will lay br Two tight little arms of brown. br Mavourneen, we'll go far away br From the net of the crooked town. br br And what will we hear on the way? br The stir of wings up and down br In nests where the little birds stay! br Mavourneen, we'll go far away br From the net of the crooked town br Where they grudge us the light of the day.