| My friends of youth and eloquence This pen I take in hand To note some facts concerning My own dear native land Although I am now in exile To you I will reveal What nature has implanted Around Arigna's Green Vale | |
| Ascend the base on which to rest The mountains of Gluckawn Then cast your eyes around you On Leitrim's pleasant lawns And view Drumkeeran Chapel With a tower ne'er to fail Sending tones of heavenly music To Arigna's green Vale | |
| Beneath her crystal fountain The trout and salmon bound The woodcock and the partridge Her headlands do abound The music of the thrushes Resound both hill and dell From their nests that's strung with joy Around Arigna's Green Vale | |
| From Glencarrowcastle Mountain The scene is most sublime To view the Plains of Sligo With its harvest home in time The magnificence of Geevagh With its flowery covered dells Perfumes the air in magic To Arigna's Green Vale |