Green hills of the west, where I carolled along
In the Mayday of life with my harp and my song,
Though the winter of time o’er my spirit hath rolled,
And the breast of the minstrel is weary and cold;
Though no more by those famous old haunts shall I stray,
Once the themes of my song, and the guides of my way,
That each had its story, and true-hearted friend,
Before I forget ye, life’s journey shall end!
Oh, ’twas joy in the prime of life’s morning to go
On the tracks of Clan Connell, led on by Hugh Roe,