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



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