Here's the second verse:
I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers
Drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
Their forty shades of green.
In the first verse, I believe it's "the folks at Skivareen"; also "and the Midlands and their forty ..."
I sing it in C. The chording is far easier.
"May the road rise to meet you, and the wind be always at your back."