Sweet Cappamore, my native place,
you're always in my mind,
I think of you where'er I go, as one
I left behind;
I often think of brighter days, those
happy days of your,
When but a boy, I roamed with joy around
dear old Cappamore
But now alas! those days are gone
they'll ne'er return again,
And every time I think of them, my
heard is filled with pain;
But long as life remains with me
their memory I'll adore,
For they were happy days for me, those
days in Cappamore.
Those far off days I went to school - in
dreams I live them still-
When, with my comrades, full of glee,
I climbed Dromsally Hill
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
