The Boys From the County Armagh

There’s one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
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

It’s my old 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
My heart is at home in old Ireland (WHERE?)
In the county of Armagh

I’ve traveled that part of the County
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the Gap of Mountnorris
And home by Blackwater 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? (WHERE?)
In the county of Armagh