The Lake of Ballyhoe The evening sun is sinking With a sweet and ruddy smile The sky is now without a guile The hearts of man ne'r beat With such a fervent glow As fills my soul when thus I view The Lake of Ballyhoe II Sweet lake when other scenes I view My heart returns to thee Nor could the thoughts of wealth or fame, Prove half so sweet to me. On life's uncertain billows Where I driven to and fro My haven of repose would be The Lake of Ballyhoe. III The rippling glyde that rolls its tide Through many a winding glen Where as we spent our boyish days Mid break in mossy fen And when a youthful warrior Doth rush to meet the foe You would see him leave his parent source The Lake of Ballyhoe.Nana Carmel