Oh my dear old home 'neath the Kerry hills,
My thoughts are still with thee,
Although I'm in this distant land,
Across the deep blue sea.
I'd long to stand outside your door,
And watch the sun go down,
And hear the church-bells tolling
O'er my native Brosna Town.

By the old wood road I'd long to stroll
With its hedges tall and green,
By Hannon's gate I would debate
With some lovely fair cailín.
Or to take a walk to Guiney's Bridge
On a Sunday afternoon,
Where oft I danced a polka set
To the fiddler's lively tune.

By Carraigareensha's winding bend is fancy too, to see,
the River Feale flows fast and free
'Round Murphy's elder tree,
Where many a romance discussed
From dark until the dawn
And where I spent many a happy hour
With my own darling cailín bán.

On Knockaclarig's famed hilltop I hope to stand once more,
I'll view from Shannon Airport to the town of sweet Rathmore,
Back from the peaks of Cuddy's Reeks to Killorglin on the Laune,
From Castlemaine to Coolegraine and home to Brosna Town.

Now to conclude, I'll say God bless you mother and Ireland too,
I'll ne'er forget when both of you just faded from my view.
But soon I will return again and good times we'' put down
In that dear old home by the old woodroad three miles from Brosna Town