The Cliffs of Doneen Songtext

von Noel McLoughlin

You may travel far,far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains,far away o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places that i've ever seen
Oh there's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen.

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there.
You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare.
Oh the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen.

It's a nice place to be on aq fine summer's day,
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay.
Oh the hare and lofty pheasant are plain to be seen,
Making home for their young round the cliffs of Dooneen.

Fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while,
And to all the fine People I'm leaving behind,
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen.

You may travel far,far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains,far away o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places that i've ever seen
Oh there's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen.