Carraig Don

The heath is green on Carrigdhoun
Bright shines the sun over Ardnalee
The light green trees bent trembling down
To kiss the slumbering Owenabwee
That happy day ‘twas but last May
It’s like a dream to me
When Domhnall swore, aye o’er and o’er
We’d part no more, a stór mo chroí

Soft April showers and bright May flowers
Will bring the summer back again
But will they bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Domhnall then
‘Tis but a chance, he’s gone to France
To wear the Fleur-de-Lis
I’d follow you, my Domhnall dhú
For still I’m true to you, a chroí