Much have I traveled many sights I have seen Since I left my home in that island of green From London to Boston wherever I roam I long to return to my old Sligo home How joyful that good day that we all spent As we walked by Glencar so happy and content In hazelwood meadows I oft walked alone Midst scenes of contentment near my old Sligo home For the bright lights of London are pretty to see And the sidewalks of New York are so grand to me But I'd change it all and never more roam To take the road westward to my old Sligo home To see great Ben Bulbin and the high Knocknarea And the sun reclining o'er sweet Sligo Bay The Garavogue River flows out to the foam Amidst the green hillsides near my old Sligo home Farewell to that old home and the kind folks I knew Every song and story with hearts light and true Someday I'll wander back home 'cross the foam To take the road westward to my old Sligo home For the bright lights of London are pretty to see And the sidewalks of New York are so grand to me But I'd change it all and never more roam To take the road westward to my old Sligo home