Green Fields Of Gaothdobhair

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

on the green fields of Gaothdobhair.

I see sweet Inish Oirthir,

and far off Tory Isle,

I view the ocean liners

as they stream 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.An old song in praise of the parish from

which we come. Cathal