I have travelled afar from my own native home

Away over the mountains, across the white foam

But give me a home where the grass grows so green

By the old mossy slopes on the Cliffs of Dooneen

 

How nice tis to walk on a fine summer’s day

And to view the Skereens* that will never decay

Where the sea grass and sea weed and old carraigeen

Grow rich on the rocks by the Cliffs of Dooneen

 

The sandhills of Beale are lovely and grand

And the old castle’s ruins look out towards the strand

The rabbits in plenty today can be seen

Making holes for their homes by the Cliffs of Dooneen

 

My footsteps retreat to the boathouse of old

And the dance at the clash where love stories are told

Today you can see each lad and colleen

Walking round by the shore near the Cliffs of Dooneen

 

Farewell to Dooneen farewell for a while

And to all the nice neighbours I left on that isle

May my soul never rest till I lay on the green

On the old mossy slopes by the Cliffs of Dooneen