THE GREEN AND RED OF MAYO
Jarir Al-Majar, Davey Carton, Leo Moran

1. Oh, the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still:
Its soft and craggy bog lands, its tall majestic hills,
Where the ocean kisses Ireland, the waves caress its shore,
Oh, the feelin' it came over me to stay forevermore,
Forevermore.

2. From its rolling coastal waters I can see Croagh Patrick's peak
Where one Sunday every summer the pilgrims climb The Reek,
Where Saint Patrick in his solitude looked down across Clew Bay
And with a ringin' of his bell called the faithful there to pray,
There to pray.

3. Oh, take me to Clare Island, the home of Gráinne Mhaol.
Its waters harbour fishes from the herring to the whale.
Now I must depart it, and reality is plain.
May the time not pass so slowly 'fore I set sail again,
Set sail again.

[REPEAT VERSE 1.]

Oh, the green and red of Mayo [3x].