Here are the rest of the verses:

These homes are destroyed and our soil confiscated
The hand of the tyrant brought plunder and woe
The fires are now quenched & our hearts desolated
In our once happy homes in the County Mayo

Long years have since passed with our hearts full of sorrow
The land of the shamrock we left far behind
How we would like to go back there tomorrow
To the scenes of our youth which we still bear in mind

The days of our childhood it's now we regret them
They cling to our visions wherever we go
And the friends of our youth we will never forget them
They too are exiles from the County Mayo

Ballinrobe to Killalla, from Swinford to Balla
Newport and Cong and down Castlebar
Ballyhaunis, Ballymullet, McCaidy God love it
And the whole of whose great men are famed near and far

From Galway to Dublin from Derry to Kerry
In New York and Frisco and Boston also
In Pittsburgh, Chicago, Detroit and Toronto
There are stouthearted men from the County Mayo

So boys get together in all kinds of weather
Don’t show the white feather wherever you go
Be like a brother and help one another
Like true hearted men from the County Mayo

That’s as close as I can come to it!
All the best,
Frank

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