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My Heart’s in County Monaghan. My heart’s in County Monaghan, Where it’s sheltered by Tyrone, The home of the McKenna Clan, And many an Altar stone. I loved to climb its little hills, In the happy days of youth, And linger round the old corn mills, In the winding lanes of Truagh. The joy of life was in my heart, As I wandered there alone. Where rabbits through thorn hedges dart, And the fledgling birds have gone. The lark’s blithe note rang in the sky, As the sun was breaking through, Turf smoke, in curling waves, waft high, From the cosy homes of Truagh. Beside a gate the friendly cow, In her pasture rich and green, Along the lane the grunting sow, Comes a prowling on the scene. Spring, when little birds are nesting, I can never hasten through, For my eyes keep ever feasting, On the flowery lanes of Truagh. The Mountain Stream by Scarna town, Over rocks, through wooded glen, With noisy haste, comes tumbling down, Losing speed through Tully fen. They linger still, those days in mind, Bringing back the joys of youth, The peace serene, ‘mongst people kind, In the ‘Old Green Woods of Truagh’. Composed by Charlie McCluskey in 1951 and published in 1956
Mollie Treanor I am going home to Ireland, To the hills of Carrickroe, Near the mountain bogs of Bragan, Where the purple heathers grow. There I’ll see sweet Mollie Treanor, When the evening sun is low, A nice welcome she’ll have for me, In the glen at Carrickroe. A nice welcome she’ll have for me In the glen at Carrickroe. Now I’m longing to be with her, Round the lanes of Carrickroe, It seems ages since I left her, Some mad notion made me go. She’s a rosebud, yes the fairest, That the Summer breezes blow, Now I’m coming, Mollie Treanor, Heading straight for Carrickroe, Yes, I’m coming, Mollie Treanor, Heading straight for Carrickroe. You’re my darling, Mollie Treanor, And you ever will be so, With those dancing eyes of laughter, You’re the pride of Carrickroe. Now I’m going home to Ireland, Let the winds blow high or low, To marry Mollie Treanor, In the Church at Carrickroe, To marry Mollie Treanor, In the Church at Carrickroe. Composed by Charlie McCluskey and published in 1956
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My Heart’s in County Monaghan. My heart’s in County Monaghan, Where it’s sheltered by Tyrone, The home of the McKenna Clan, And many an Altar stone. I loved to climb its little hills, In the happy days of youth, And linger round the old corn mills, In the winding lanes of Truagh. The joy of life was in my heart, As I wandered there alone. Where rabbits through thorn hedges dart, And the fledgling birds have gone. The lark’s blithe note rang in the sky, As the sun was breaking through, Turf smoke, in curling waves, waft high, From the cosy homes of Truagh. Beside a gate the friendly cow, In her pasture rich and green, Along the lane the grunting sow, Comes a prowling on the scene. Spring, when little birds are nesting, I can never hasten through, For my eyes keep ever feasting, On the flowery lanes of Truagh. The Mountain Stream by Scarna town, Over rocks, through wooded glen, With noisy haste, comes tumbling down, Losing speed through Tully fen. They linger still, those days in mind, Bringing back the joys of youth, The peace serene, ‘mongst people kind, In the ‘Old Green Woods of Truagh’. Composed by Charlie McCluskey in 1951 and published in 1956
Mollie Treanor I am going home to Ireland, To the hills of Carrickroe, Near the mountain bogs of Bragan, Where the purple heathers grow. There I’ll see sweet Mollie Treanor, When the evening sun is low, A nice welcome she’ll have for me, In the glen at Carrickroe. A nice welcome she’ll have for me In the glen at Carrickroe. Now I’m longing to be with her, Round the lanes of Carrickroe, It seems ages since I left her, Some mad notion made me go. She’s a rosebud, yes the fairest, That the Summer breezes blow, Now I’m coming, Mollie Treanor, Heading straight for Carrickroe, Yes, I’m coming, Mollie Treanor, Heading straight for Carrickroe. You’re my darling, Mollie Treanor, And you ever will be so, With those dancing eyes of laughter, You’re the pride of Carrickroe. Now I’m going home to Ireland, Let the winds blow high or low, To marry Mollie Treanor, In the Church at Carrickroe, To marry Mollie Treanor, In the Church at Carrickroe. Composed by Charlie McCluskey and published in 1956