Not here, not here, my man!
Say, are they then where rich travellers roam
O’er the heathery hills of the “Scot at home”?
Or are they where Erin’s gay sons abide,
By the Liffey’s stream or the Shannon’s tide?
Or are they in Northern or Southern Wales,
Where St. David’s cliffs woo the Western gales?
Not there, not there, my man!
Eye hath not seen them, my gentle Will;
Ear hath not heard of them; valley or hill,