Irish Folksongs - The Boys From The County Armagh Тексты
There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its beauty
In the orchards of Erin's green land
I love it's cathederal city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
Chorus:
It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've oft times left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart is at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh
I've traveled that part of the County
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the Gap of Mount Norris
And home by Baclwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer you'll find near or far
But where are the boys that can court them
Like the boys from the County Armagh
Chorus
The noble and the brave have departed from our shore
They've gone off to a foreign land where the wild canyons roar
No more they'll see the shamrock, the plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing around sweet Tralee
Chorus
No more the sun will shnine on that blessed harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a golden field of corn
There's a band for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the happiness of my darling girl I never will see again