I
In Summertime when sol's bright rays lit up the azure Sea;
And flowers gay of every hue
Adorned each lawn and lea
When farmers took their scythes in hand
The meadows ripe to mow,
Pat Connor bid a long farewell
To us in Carnadoe.
II
In fair Kilglass no patriot Staunch,
Like Connor could be found
His fluent voice in freedom's causeMatt SmythMatt Smyth