Boys of the County Armagh

There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
It's the orchard of Erin's green land
I love its cathedral and city
Once founded by Patrick, so true
And it bears in the heart of its bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru

It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
Sure, me heart's at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh

I've traveled that part of the county
Through New Town, Fork Hill, Crossmaglen
Around by the gap of Mountnorris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer in Erin Go Bragh
Ah, but where are the boys that can court them
Like the boys from the county Armagh

It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
Sure, me heart's at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional (pd), Mervyn Allen
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