I'm going to leave Sweet Innisfail indeed against my will,
To leave all this country it puzzles my skill,
I bid adieu to all my friends and the girl I do adore,
Adieu, Adieu sweet Ballindoo and the green hill of Doomore.
The Yankees boast of scenery, their mountains and their people.
Their lofty hills and valleys and their great extensive lakes.
Their rivers and great waterfalls and their guests from every shore.
But I'll leave them there there's none so rare as the green hill of Doomore.
If you take a midnight ramble by the sweet light of the moon,
And walk around the mansion house when the flowers are all in bloom.
It seems to me like Paradise where once lived great Joe Mor.
Scoil: Clochar Muire, Tobar an Choire (uimhir rolla 12166)
Scag na scéalta
Ar an leathanach seo