The lyrics can be found in West Limerick Roots: The Laurence Curtin Family of Knockbrack, County Limerick, Ireland by Paul Joseph Curtin (Austin, Tex.: P. J. Curtin, ©1995).

This book is classified as "snippet view" only by Google Books, but I was able to use some hocus-pocus to hack all the words. Unfortunately, I couldn't identify the author, although that information might be in the book (I suspect it's somebody named Curtin).


BARNAGH HILL

Oh! do my eyes deceive me, or is it but a dream,
The Golden Vale of Limerick with its coat of verdant green,
A rarer sight was never seen or never will again [sic],
It's that Golden Vale of Limerick you can view from Barnagh Hill.

When standing on the summit of that ancient Danish Rock,
You can view each town and city, far better than a map,
Newcastle West before me lies, Goats' Street and Whelan's Mill,
You can view them all from Curtin's Lawn, at the top of Barnagh Hill.

You can view the River Shannon and the hills far off in Clare,
Rathkeale, Croagh and Patrickswell and lovely sweet Adare.
Askeaton, Ardagh, Abbeyfeale, Ashford and Charleville,
You can view them all from Curtin's Lawn, at the top of Barnagh Hill.

To the right is Ballingarry, 'tis the chief town of the plain,
Where oft the Lord of Desmond, the stately deer did [sic] slain,
Where heroic men in days of yore, they showed their power and skill,
And my burial place is Monagea, at the foot of Barnagh Hill.