The Green Fields Of Gaothdobhair

Down past Dunlewey's bonny lakes one morning I did stray Until I reached sweet Clady banks where the silvery salmon play I strolled around through old Bunbeg and down along the shore And gazed with admiration on the green fields of Gaothdobhair I visit Magherclocher on Middletown heights I stand Beneath me lies the ocean wide and Machergallon strand Those sandy banks so dear to me, those banks I do adore Behind me lies sweet Derrybeg and the green fields of Gaothdobhair The bonny Isle of Gola and Inishmean so near I see the little fishing fleet as it lies along the pier I wander through the graveyard where those have gone before That once lived happy and content by the green fields of Gaothdobhair I see sweet Inish Oirthir and far off Tory Isle I view the ocean liners as they steam along in style On board are Irish emigrants with hearts both sad and sore As they gazed on old Tir Chonaill hills and the green fields of Gaothdobhair