Came across the "Sweet Tralee" variant (aka The Hills of Kerry) recently:

Chorus:
The Palm trees wave on high along the fertile shore
Adieu the Hills of Kerry I never will see no more
Oh why did I leave my home, oh why did I cross the sea,
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee.

1. The noble and the brave have departed from our shore
They've gone off to a foreign land where the wild canyons roar
No more they'll see the shamrock, the plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing around sweet Tralee.
Chorus:

2. No more the sun will shine on that blessed harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a golden field of corn
There's a band for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the happiness of my darling girl I will never see again.
Chorus:


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Regards