Will you come to my old habitation
Adjacent to Lough Allen's shore
In the midst of a pleasant plantation
Where song birds their melodies pour.
Where Summer is pleasant and cheery
Where Winter is terristrial bliss
In vain would you seek through Free Erin
A scene more endearing than this

I will show you the Shannon's [?]
Lough allen with islands so bright
And Doctor Mc Gauran's fine mansion
An Eden of sylvan delight
Tis the land of the proudest achievement
Adorning the page[?] of the post
Tis the land of the saddest bereavements
Where beaten and broken at last
Where the wail and the weak and the holy
Where wafted afar on the gale
And every hill has a story
And every hollow its tale