Carrigdhoun

The heath is green on Carrickdown
The sun shines bright o'er Ardna Lee
The soft green trees bend trembling down
To kiss the slumbering oun abhui
That happy day 'twas but last May
It meant the world to me
When Donald swore high o'er and o'er
We'd part no more, the stormy Creagh
On Carrickdown the heath is brown
The clouds are dark o'er Ardna Dee
And many a stream comes rushing down
To swell the angry oun abhui
The morning blast is sweeping fast
Through many a leafless tree
And I'm alone for he is gone
My heart is flown, a-come a-Creagh
And I'm alone for he is gone
My heart is flown, a-come a-Creagh
Soft April showers and bright May flowers
Might bring the summer back again
But will it bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Donald then?
'Tis but a chance for he's gone to France
To wear the fleur-de-lis
But I'll follow you, my Donald O
For still I'm true to you, my Creagh
But I'll follow you, my Donald O
For still I'm true to you, my Creagh