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My countrymen, I take my pen, to write a verse or two
And as I leave to cross the seas, I bid my lands adieu
Our splendid boat is now afloat, On ___ sailing down
And as I leave, my heard did grieve for Lovely Old Miltown.

Could I but see, all through the ______, of Knocknavoula (sp?) Plain
Mount Callan hills where oft I've been to chime the glad refrain
O'er mountainsides, I'd roam with pride, and plenty of renown
And I've been there at many a fair in Lovely Old Miltown.

Many nights I've spent in sweet content with lads and lassies gay
And songs were song by old and young before I went away
Amerikay though far away, in Philadelphia town
But I'll not forget the fond friends I met Lovely Old Miltown.

So fair thee well to hills and dales and to my comrades fair
And twice farewell to my own dear lad I left in County Clare
St. Patrick's day though far way, the shamrock all around (?)
When I think of thee, my gra mo chroi, in Lovely Old Miltown.