SongThe Green Hills of Doomore.I'm bound to leave sweet Innisfail indeed against my will.
To leave all in this country it puzzles all my skill
I'll bid adieu to all friends, and the girl I do adore.
Adieu, adieu, Sweet Ballindoo and the green hills of Doomore.
I've got an invitation to cross the deep blue sea.
To-morrow morning I must brave the broad Atlantic wave.
I trust in God that I'll come back to see my friends once more.
How glad I'll feel to dance a reel on the Green Hills of Doomore.
Doocastle was a lovely place when you and I were young.
The green fields and the forest where the small birds sweetly sing.
There stands an ancient castle with its ivy "Córa Mór"
'Twas planted by James Evans and Tom Cawley
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)