| lyric | By Killarney's lakes and fells
Em'rald isles and winding bays
Mountain paths and woodland dells,
Memr’y ever fondly strays
Bounteaous nature loves all lands
Beauty wanders ev’rywhere;
Footprints leaves on many strands,
But her home ost surely there,
Angels fold theis wings and rest,
In that Eden of the west,
Beauty’s home Killarney, Heav’n’s reflex Killarney.
No place else can charm the eye
With such bright and varied tints,
Ev'ry rock that you pass by,
Verdure broiders or besprints.
Virgin there the green grass grows
Ev'ry morn Spring's natal day; |