Boys from the County Armagh

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 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? 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