Another song made known by the singer Paddy Tunney. Thanks to Brian Hart for the suggestion. Here it is sung by, I believe, his son John.

The Mountain Streams Where the Moorcocks Crow

With my dog and gun through the blooming heather
To seek for pastime I took my way,
Where I espied a charming fair one
Whose charms invited me a while to stay.
I said, “My darling, you will find I love you,
Tell me your dwelling and your name also.”
“Excuse my name and you’ll find my dwelling near
The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.”

I said, “My darling, if you’ll wed a rover
My former raking I will leave aside.
Here is my hand and I pledge you my honour,
If you prove constant I’ll make you my bride.”
“If my parents knew that I loved a rover
Then a grave affliction I would undergo.
I will stop at home for another season near
The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.”

“So farewell, darling, for another season;
I hope we’ll meet in some moorland vale.
There we will kiss and embrace each other,
I’ll pay attention to your lovesick tale.
Then it’s arm in arm we will join together
And I’ll escort you to yon valley low,
Where the linnet sings his note so pleasing near
The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.”