The Green Fields Of Gaothdobhair

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 Goal
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
On the green fields of Gaothdobhair.

I see sweet Inish Oirthir,
and far off Tory Isle,
I view the ocean liners
as they stream along in style,
on board are Irish emigrants
with hearts both sad and sore,
As they gazed on old Tir Chonaill hills