There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its beauty
In the orchards of Erin's green
land
I love it's cathederal city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
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It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've oft times left it
In foreign lands to roam
No
matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart is at
home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh
I've traveled
that part of the County
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the Gap of Mount Norris
And home by Baclwater again
Where
the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer you'll find near or far
But where are the boys that can court them
Like the boys from the
County Armagh
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The noble and the brave have
departed from our shore
They've gone off to a foreign land where the wild
canyons roar
No more they'll see the shamrock, the plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing around sweet Tralee
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No more the sun will shnine on that blessed harvest morn
Or
hear our reaper singing in a golden field of corn
There's a band for
every woe and a cure for every pain
But the happiness of my darling girl
I never will see again