Singer: Gemma Hasson Fare ye well my native green clad hills Fare ye well my shamrock plain Ye verdant banks of sweet Lough Neagh And ye silvery winding streams Though far from my home in green Tyrone My Flora first I strayed I adore you Killcolpy Where I spent my boyhood days. 2. Shall I ever see the grand old plains Where in boyhood days I roved Or wander through those grand old woods With the girl I dearly loved Shall I ever more by Lough Neagh's shore E're pass the summer day. Or hear again the larks sweet strain Or hear the blackbirds pysomes play. 3. Shall I ever rove by Belmonts grove Or Cranan's lofty hills Or hear again the fairy tale Of the rath behind the mill Will the nightingale that charms the vale By me be heard no more As I watched at eve the wild drake leave For the bogs of sweet Dromore. 4. Shall my oars e're rest on your wild wave crest Or again see the salmon play While sailing o'er from Tyrone's green shore Bound for Antrim Bay Or an autumn gale e're fill my sail With a dim declining moon See me tempest toss on the shores of Doss Or the raging Bay of Toome. 5. Shall I ne'er behold Shane's Castle bold Or gaze on Mazzereene Shall my cot e're land on the banks of Bann Coney Island or Roskeen. Shall I ever stray by the Washingbay The weary trout to coy Or set my line on an evening fine Round the shores of green Mountjoy. 6. All for you Ardboe my tears do flow When I think and call to mind My parents dear and friends sincere And comrades true and kind But I hope to graze on your flowery braes E're seven long years come round And hands to clasp in friendships grasp Of those I left behind. 7. My friends out here in America Have all that there hearts desire My pockets filled with dollar bills I am dressed in teh grand attire I would give it all for one country ball At home by the old hearth stone In a cabin near Lough Neagh so dear In my own dear native home. 8. Now hence, also long years have passed And I'll toast that beautiful isle, That soon and long o'er that land of song A star of peace may smile May plenty bloom from te Bann to Toome And the shamrock verdant grow Green o'er my grave by Lough Neagh's wave Near the Old Cross of Ardboe. Fare ye lovely green clad hills Farewell ye shamrocks green Ye verdant banks of deep Lough Neagh With your silvery winding streams Though far from my home in green Tyrone Aye far from you I've strayed I adore you Killcolpy Where I spent my childhood days. 2. Shall I ever stray by the Washing Bay The weary trout to coy Or set my lines in the evenings fine By the shores of deep Mountjoy Will the summer gale e're fill my sail Or the dim decling moon See me tempest-tossed on the shores of Doss Or the raging Bay of Toome. 3. Shall I ever rove by Belmonts grove Or Cranan's lofty hills Or hear again the fairy tale Of the rath behind the mill Shall I ne'er behold Shane's Castle bold Or gaze on Mazzereene Shall my cot e're land on the banks of Bann Coney Island or Roskeen. 4. And though alas, long years have passed Still I toast that beauteous isle, And short or long on that land of song May the star of freedom smile May plenty bloom from the Bann to Toome And the shamrocks verdant grow Green round those graves near Lough Neagh's waves And the Old Cross of Ardboe.

• published: 08 Feb 2009
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