The Man of the North Countrie by Thomas D'Arcy M'Gee

He came from the North and his words were few,
But his voice was kind and his heart was true;
And I knew by his eyes no guile had he,
So I married the man of the North Countrie.

Oh! Garryowen may be more gay,
Than this quiet street of Ballibay;
And I know the sun shines softly down
On the river that passes my native town.

But there's not - I say it with joy and pride -
Better man than mine in Munster wide;
And Limerick town has no happier hearth
Than mine has been with my man of the North.

I wish that in Munster they only knew
The kind, kind neighbors I came unto;
Small hate or scorn would ever be
Between the South and the North Countrie.
^^