There’s one fair county in Ireland with memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty, it’s the orchard of Erin’s green land
I love its cathedral city, once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the hearts of its bosom the ashes of Brian Boru
〈Chorus〉
It’s my old Irish home, far across the foam
Although I’ve often left it, in foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander, to cities near or far
Sure, me heart is at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh
I’ve travelled that part of thе county
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around by the gap of Mountnorris
And homе by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so fair and so hearty
None fairer you’ll find near of far
But where are the boys that court them
Like the boys from the County Armagh?
〈Chorus〉
It’s my old Irish home, far across the foam
Although I’ve often left it, in foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander, to cities near or far
Sure, me heart is at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh
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The Wolfe Tones Lyrics – County Of Armagh