The Offaly Rover [Cover]

A rover I have been and a rover I will stay But to that faithful county I will return someday Uibh Fhailí 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 when 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 But the fishermen will drink and tear of the ones that got away Though 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 Slieve Bloom, I must be on my way Pile the brown turf on the fire, bring the 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 As we toast our Offaly hero’s from the heather, hill and glen As we toast our Offaly hero’s from the heather, hill and glen