Down past Dunlewey's bonny lakes one morning I did stray
   Until I reached sweet Clady banks where the silvery salmon play
   I strolled around through old Bunbeg and down along the shore
   And gazed with admiration on the green fields of Gaothdobhair
  
   I visit Magherclocher on Middletown heights I stand
   Beneath me lies the ocean wide and Machergallon strand
   Those sandy banks so dear to me, those banks I do adore
   Behind me lies sweet Derrybeg and the green fields of Gaothdobhair
  
   The bonny Isle of Goal and Inishmean so near
   I see the little fishing fleet as it lies along the pier
   I wander through the graveyard where those have gone before
   That once lived happy and content by the green fields of Gaothdobhair
  
   I see sweet Inish Oirthir and far off Tory Isle
   I view the ocean liners as they steam along in style
   On board are Irish emigrants with hearts both sad and sore
   As they gazed on old Tir Chonaill hills and the green fields of Gaothdobhair