Oh then to the north, Ballyhar, Scartaghglen,
Ah surely there flourished the bravest of men,
And sweet Castleisland that ever was seen
In front of each battle for Erin the green.
Oh fair Killarney, his own fairy home,
Killarney he views from his beautiful dome,
Killarney where all his great beauty doth flow
Oh vote for the true sons of sweet Aghadoe.
Oh fair Killarney, that place of renown,
Oh why should he leave you, hos own darling town.
Say, wont you be decked with green holly and baize,
And sing McGillicuddys sweet merited praise.
Oh
Glenflesk, oh
Glenflesk, that knows not the slave,
Glenflesk that produced the O Donoghue brave.
And say Gunive Gulla that is true to the core,
Oh come to the polling at charming Rathmore.
Come on to Rathmore, we will welcome you there,
Come on for the beauteous Blackwater is near,
Come on, we will hail with greetings galore,
I'll show you through all the fair scenes of Rathmore,
For like new Tipperary we built up Rathmore.
Its there McGillicuddy your praises will sing