plains of Nire Vale. Awakening next morning it's well you may know With a heart full of sorrow and a mind full of woe, Across the Atlantic I quickly set sail To once more see my darling on the plains of Nire Vale. What do you think when I reached her abode Oh! woe to the hand that is on her in troth For there my darling sat silent and pale To be buried next morning on the plains of Nire Vale.Matt SmythMaster Magrath. 30.6.1938Matt Smyth