Here you go, if it's the one you want:

DINGLE BAY
(Brian Warfield)

Contentment of mind is not found in a city
So me mind is inclined for to ramble and dream
To a place where my heart has found greater fortune
In a brief winter skirmish me mind will see summer once more

CHORUS
And there's where the small birds sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain, that valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle knows its own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their way to Dingle Bay

The sound of the bees there collecting their honey
The sight of the sea birds protecting their young
The scent of the wild flowers, the spray of the ocean
It's nature's own beauty we're watching the world go round

Chorus

The fishermen's boats there they plough the salt ocean
For mackerel and herring, all the fish of the sea
And though I have travelled the wild world all over
There's nowhere on earth that is dearer to me

Chorus

Author: Brian Warfield. Source: The Wolfe Tones 'Spirit of the Nation' TRL 1006

Cheers, Stewie.