Brakn,
             I have this, provenance unknown.

Donal.

Ballyheige

Away, away in the blue hills gay a lovely village stands
Where the wild Atlantic's sparkling foam rolls over the shimmering sand
It is Ballyheige, famed Ballyheige that nestles by the tide
Tis the home of genial Irish hearts and the tourist's joy and pride

O but what is it that makes this scene so beautiful and gay?
Tis your weatherbeaten Kerry Head that guards your rocky bay
Like a giant of old you stand so bold for to fight the Atlantic foam
Whilst underneath your craggy rocks the hungry sea fowl roam

How pleasant tis when evening comes to stroll along your shore
You can hear the seagull's piercing scream or the raging billow's roar
You could view the sandhills ever green or the seaweed fresh and brown
On the rocks that stretch unto the west as the evening sun goes down

O Ballyheige, famed Ballyheige, I will always think on thee
My thoughts will always ramble back to that village by the sea
And if eer I roam to an exile home I will think on thee with pride
And please God I'll soon return unto my home in Ballyheige