Never Been To Meath

I've watched the golden orb A-proudly rising in the east And the setting sun o'er Bessy Bell That brings me to my knees The beauty of my sweet Tyrone at Sperrins' dainty feet I was born and reared in Pomeroy But I've never been to Meath I know of folks from Nobber Who go wading in the Dee And the mighty Hill of Tara which has Seen its share of Kings Well you won't find crowns in Fintona But that matters not to me Cause my heart belongs to Pomeroy and I've ne'er set foot in Meath I've scaled the highest mountains And I've swum the mighty seas Seen Mother Nature's golden tears Pour down Yosemite I've travelled round the world on planes, trains, automobiles But the Ballygawley roundabout Still whispers "home" to me From Achill, oh the Western isle To down in Skibbereen And French's famous mountains high That sweep down to the sea I've cycled Belfast's river 'til it turned into a stream But I've never crossed that Lagan from Monaghan to Meath My heart belongs to Pomeroy And I've never been to Meath