The Fair Hills of Ireland (5.5 ManDrake Synthwave)

Lyrics format adapted from Samuel Ferguson’s 1834 translation "The Fair Hills of Ireland," featuring the traditional refrain "Uileacán Dubh Ó." Public Domain. [Chorus] A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer, Uileacán dubh Ó! Where the wholesome fruit is bursting from the yellow barley ear; Uileacán dubh Ó! [Verse] There is honey in the trees where her misty vales expand, And her forest paths in summer are by falling waters fann’d, There is dew at high noontide there, and springs i’ the yellow sand, On the fair hills of holy Ireland. [Chorus] Curl’d he is and ringleted, and plaited to the knee— Uileacán dubh Ó! Each captain who comes sailing across the Irish Sea; Uileacán dubh Ó! [Verse] And I will make my journey, if life and health but stand, Unto that pleasant country, that fresh and fragrant strand, And leave your boasted braveries, your wealth and high command, For the fair hills of holy Ireland. [Chorus] Large and profitable are the stacks upon the ground, Uileacán dubh Ó! The butter and the cream do wondrously abound, Uileacán dubh Ó! [Verse] The cresses on the water and the sorrels are at hand, And the cuckoo's calling daily his note of mimic bland, And the bold thrush sings so bravely his song i' the forests grand, On the fair hills of holy Ireland