My countrymen I take my pen to write a verse or two And as I leave to cross the sea I'll bid a last adieu Our slender boat is now afloat and the Foyle we're sailing down And as I leave my heart it grieves for lovely old Miltown Oppressive laws have been the cause of many a boy like me Our land too small to serve us all we had to cross the sea But our green shore is decked with ore kept back by England's frown And each green field abundance yield near lovely old Miltown Could I but see old Spanish Point or Ennistymon's plain Mount Callan hill where oft I've been to join the old refrain Her mountainside I've roamed with pride and plenty of renown And I've been there at many a fair in lovely old Miltown Many nights I've spent in sweet content with lads and lassies gay And songs were sung by old and young before I went away Americay lays far away and Philadelphia town But I'll not forget the fond friends I left in lovely old Miltown So fair thee well to hill and dale and to my comrades fair And thrice farewell to my own dear girl I left in County Clare Saint Patrick's day though far away the shamrock I will drown And I'll think of three a gra mo chroi and lovely old Miltown