AUGHADULLA

There’s a glen in Aughadulla where the Summer lingers longest

                In dreams I always see it every Nook I used to know.

There’s a glen in Aughadulla where the winter wind blows strongest

                But in heat or cold I love it and it’s back I mean to go.

There’s a glen in Aughadulla, and when evening shades are falling

                It’s host of fairy voices send their whisper to my ear.

Aye, from every nook and hollow I can hear them calling, calling,

                “Haste ye back to Aughadulla and forget the wasted years”

There’s a glen in Aughadulla where in boyhood I have always wandered

                To seek the joys and pleasures that a boy shall always love.

With the heather for a pillow many hours I have squandered

                To watch the lark go soaring through the fleecy clouds above

There’s a glen in Aughadulla and I’m going back tomorrow.

                I’ll leave this soulless city and I wont have one regret

Oh, my glen of Aughadulla, where there’s neither sin nor sorrow

                You once taught me to remember and I never could forget.