Famous Kildorrery TownDe Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee 
I've been to Crosshaven and Youghal
Ballybunion, Tramore and Kilkee
Ballycotton and likewise Dungarvan,
Those famous resorts by the sea.
For my health I have traveled through Ireland
But now I've at last settled down
Though lacking in wealth I've been gaining my health
Up in Kildorrery town.

Chorus: Have up ever been up to Kildorrery
Indeed if you haven't that's quare
Sure it's only five miles from Ardpatrick
And three from the cross of Red Chair
And when at that cross you are landed
You will see a big hill looking down
And on top of that hill bare naked and chill
Stands famous Kildorrery town

When King Edward came over to Ireland
In delicate health as you know
I met him one day in his travels
And he asked me the best place to go
He said ''twas fresh air he was seeking
As his system was badly run down
"Well King Edward" says I "the best air you can try
Is up in Kildorrery town"

When Saint Patrick was preaching in Ulster
He said to the south he'd come down
And where do you think he'd find lodgings
But up in Kildorrery town
But when on the way from Kilmallock
At Ardpatrick he died on the way
Those who stood by his side on the day that he died
Heard him distinctively say:

"Ah I've longed to get up to Kildorrery
It is much I have longed to be there
Sure it's only five miles from Ardpatrick
And three from the cross of Red Chair
Make my grave on the Hill of Ardpatrick
And there let my bones be laid down
And my spirit shall shine on old Erin's Green Isle
And on famous Kildorrery town"

When the pilgrims went over from Ireland
To visit fair Italy's shore
''Twas little they knew the surprises
That country for them had in store
They called to the Pope in his Palace
And when he had seated them down
Said the Pope loud and clear "Is there anyone here
From famous Kildorrery town?"

Said the Pope "I've been to Kildorrery
Sure you might think that is quare
But I traveled the road to Ardpatrick
And on by the cross of Red Chair
So now I will give you my blessing
Please on your knees all go down
And may prosperity shine on Erin's Green Isle
And on famous Kildorrery"
Chorus:
How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away,
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay.
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

And then in the springtime of laughter and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours?
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers.
Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song
Its gems shed their light to the world
And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong,
The standard St. Patrick unfurled.
Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best
And my fond bosom's partner with me
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,

Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline
To seek shells on thy sea-girdled shore.
While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine
Brings longing for freedom once more.
Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave
Is that my last crimson drop be for thee,
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
The Boys of the hill



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