The Offaly Rover [Cover]

A rover I have been and a rover I will stay But to that faithful county I will return someday Oh Offaly how I love you with your heather scented air Silently the peaceful brosna calls her sons from far and near Oh Kinnitty I long to see the woodbine's in full bloom To stroll the fields around Ferbane, hear the wild birds in full tune At Clonmacnoise I’ll see you, onto Banagher we'll stray From the fishermen we’ll drink and hear of the ones that got away Oh dead are still in exile are some friends I used to know Still I must pass Killoughy where great sportsmen are laid low By Croghan Hill I see you where in childhood I did play So adieu to you beloved true Bloom, I must be on my way I’ll throw some brown turf on the fire, bring a keg in from the barn Let the blacksmith sing his rebel song and the poacher tell his yarn Come close my friends and neighbours, fill your glasses to the brim And we’ll toast to all the hero’s from the heather, hill and glen And we’ll toast to all the hero’s from the heather, hill and glen