One Sunday evening for recreation, I took a stroll to Tirmanagh Hill,
To view the scenery that did surround it, with animation my heart did fill.
To rhyme a song and the praises of it, is my intention now if I can,
For education I do not claim it, and sure it’s wanted to rhyme a song.

From those lofty mountains you can view some scenery, that can’t be beaten in the County Clare.
You can see Miltown Malbay, the town of Galway, Beltard Castle and Kerry Bay.
Likewise the Atlantic with its broad expansion, add extra beauty unto the scene;
Likewise Liscannor, the Cliffs of Moher, far fame Mount Callan, and sweet Cusheen.

By lakes and groves it is surrounded, and every sports man is welcome there,
To shoot the grouse, woodcock and pheasant, or with his greyhound to hunt the hare.
Likewise the angler, for the trout and salmon, the conger eel, his bag to fill;
There’s always welcome and entertainment, for every sportsman at Tirmanagh Hill.

On a Sunday evening the lads and lassies would take a stroll to Tirmanagh Cross;
In the shady groves they would sit with pleasure, each fair lad courting his comely lass.
To sing a song or, to dance a quadrille, or an Irish jig as the music thrills;
From the violin strings that are played melodious, by the man who lives at Tirmanagh Hill.

Adieu Tirmanagh, I now must leave you, I’ll ne’er forget you, where e’er I be.
Sweet memories of you, I’ll always cherish, and the happy evenings I spent with thee.
I’m tired and weary, but not uneasy, as my faint promise I have fulfilled;
To rhyme a song and to sing the praises, of the lovely scenery round Tirmanagh Hill.

In expectation, I may sometimes see you, and with excitement my heart will thrill;
A thousand blessings may shine upon you, so fare thee well, sweet Tirmanagh Hill.

"Composed locally by Anthony Frawley of Baltard, Tirmanagh, and Paddy Comber of Mullagh, probably around the end of the 19th century."
Jim Carroll

See also
Tirmanagh Hill sung by Michael Hehir