Sweet Ballyfallon's floral lawn
Now dons the robes of Spring,
The song-birds in yon nodding woods
Once more in concert sing -
To listen to their choiral notes
Oft hither did I rove;
Hail! Newtown vales and pleasant dales
Around the Dark Pine Grove.
Here foxes, hares and feather game
Sport o'er the landscape wide,
And here the glowing milk-maids songs
Resound at eventide -
Here first I met with milking pails
The maiden whom I love -
Hail! Newtown vales and pleasant dales
Around the Dark Pine Grove.
Though poets praise fair Italy
I never heed their dreams,
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)