Don't be talking; I've been hunting for ages for a rather camp version of Queen of Connemara, with a man with a d-e-e-e-p bass voice and a sweet-voiced soprano singing verse and verse.

Maddening thing is that I had it on a CD at one stage - maybe one of John Beag's? Who knows. I'll probably go to my death raving, never having found it.

I looked for lyric "stamping ground", rather than "stomping grounds", in Google (singular because it would find both singular and plural; lower case because it would find lower and upper case, stamping ground in quotes because it would find the phrase, lyric not in quotes so it would find the word *and* the phrase, stamping rather than stomping because I figured others would have googled stomping.

Limited success. There's a CD by someone called Rod Clements; you might want to follow this up in case it's the song you're after. Found a Runrig song with a Gaedhlig chorus that obviously wasn't it. Found an Elvis Costello track that wasn't it.

The references to hickory trees and other exotica make this sound like a bluegrass song; have you tried searching known perpetrators?

Tried again with "stompin' ground", and there appears to be a band called that. Rory Gallagher has a track on one of his CDs, Blueprint, called Stompin' Ground; you could try and see if this is your song.

A band called Blackwater has a song called that on the CD Anything Goes, but it's a song about honky-tonks and bad behaviour, not kindly recollection and hickory trees.

The Warumpi band also has a track, but it's called after the Stompem Ground festival, I think in Australia.

Michelle Malone has a whole album called Stompin' Ground.

Steve Wood has a track called "You're" "Old Stompin' Ground".

Here's a nice one - I know it's not your one, but I like it:

WHEN BUCK BRADSHAW TURNED BACK

They all sold out, the Bradshaw clan
And started for to go
Out to that far and distant land
The state of Idaho.

Their loaded trucks soon passed from
 view,
Along the Beaver Trail,
But as he watched the jolly crew,
Buck's speed was seen to fail.

For dogwood blooms were flowing
There by the water's blue.
"The suckers are a-shoalin',
I don't know what to do."

"I know Aunt Sue writes nice and fine
Of work an' jobs an' sich.
I know that Pop is all puffed up,
An' says we'll all get rich.

"But Aunt Sue was always that-a-way
No matter what she'd see.
She'd tell it bigger and finer
Than it could ever be.

"I want to grab some suckers,
An' hunt a good bee tree,
For this talk of jobs in Idyho,
Ain't just a-suitin' me.

"Hear that old fox squirrel barkin'?
Say, Wanda, let's go back.
Seems like I've felt all morning,
We was taking the wrong track.

"We'll raise our corn and sorghum,
And lots of other stuff,
For Brown will sell me back my mules,
Or he'll get treated rough."

Buck shifted gears and balked and swore,
Till he got turned around.
And then he hit the back-track trail
For his old "stompin-ground."

The keeper of the village store
Said he thought that he would drop
When Buck's old truck came thundering in
And skidded to a stop.

In haste Buck bought some grab-hooks,
And said with sheepish grin,
"Let'em go on to Idyho
I can live without my kin."

And this same merchant told me
Not so very long ago
Buck had shipped a bail of goods
To his folks in Idaho.
MARY ELIZABETH MAHNKEY
http://thelibrary.springfield.missouri.org/lochist/periodicals/bittersweet/su83a.htm

I don't know if any of this is any good to you. But if you hear Queen of Connemara passing by - the bass-with-soprano version - don't forget to post.