Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a green crown The moon on the mountain and the sun going down Her ash and her alder her green mossy bowers And all round the mountain the white thorn in flower All round the mountain and all the way home Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a gold crown The sun going westward and the summer gone down Her willow and her hazel, her birch and her broom And all round the mountain the heather in bloom All round the mountain and all the way home Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a white crown The snow on her bosom of white eiderdown Her holly and her ivy, her brakes and her bowers Here and there round the mountain the gorse in in flower All round the mountain, all round the mountain, all round the mountain And all the way home