Old Armagh

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills
Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere
Its name for me shall be a constant memory
Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

Its heritage and beauty can be seen
At Navan Fort, Maher ruled as Queen
In Dobbins flowery vale, where lovers strolled
Before this world became so tired and old

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills
Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere
Its name for me shall be a constant memory
Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

With its two cathedrals lined against the sky
And the Friary ruins standing closely by
That is where Saint Patrick made his stand
In that Old Cathedral city of Ireland

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills
Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere
Its name for me shall be a constant memory
Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

By the Callan river banks I've often strayed
By the old mill strangely silent and decayed
I fished and swam on lazy summer days
In crystal waters, flowing to Lough Neagh

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills
Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere
Its name for me shall be a constant memory
Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

Its name for me shall be a constant memory
Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair