Sweet Tralee - The Wolfe Tones

The pantries wave on high

Far beyond that fertile shore

Farewell, you hills of Kerry

I never will see you more

Why did I leave my home?

And why did I cross the sea

And leave the small birds singing

Around you, sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave

Have departed from our shore

They’ve gone on to a foreign land

Where the wild cannons land

No more I’ll see the Shamrock

That plant so dear to me

Or hear the small birds singing

Around you, sweet Tralee

No more the Sun will shine

On that blessed harvest morn'

Or hear the small birds singing

In a golden field of corn

There’s an end to every woe

And a cure for every pain

But the happiness of my darling girl

I never will see again

Oh, the pantries wave on high

Far beyond that fertile shore

Farewell, you hills of Kerry

I never will see you more

Why did I leave my home?

And why did I cross the sea

And leave the small birds singing

Around you, sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing

Around you, sweet Tralee