Carrigdhoun

Here are the words as I learned them as a child from my father, I hope this is the song you were seeking.


The heath is green on Carrigdhoun/
The sun is bright o'er Ardnalia
The dark green trees come trembling down/
To kiss the slumbering Owenabwee (Owen na Bui)
That happy day, twas just last May/
When like a dream to me/
When Donal swore Aye oer and oer/
We'd part no more a stor mo croi. (asthore machree)//

On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown/
The clouds are dark o'er Ardnalia/
And many the stream comes rushing down/
To swell the angry Owenabwee/
The moaning blast is sweeping fast/
Through many the leafless tree/
And I'm alone, for he has gone/
My hawk has flown, ochone machree.

Soft April showers and bright May flowers/
Will bring the summer back again/
But will they bring me back the hours/
I spent with my dear Donal then/
Tis but a chance for he's gone to France/
To wear the fleur de lis/
But I'll follow you my Donal Dhu/
For still I'm true to you Machree.


JC