Ballina On The Moy

Ballina on the Moy

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THERE are scenes of beauty every where in Ireland to be found,

Killarney’s lakes, Avoca’s Vales, and Tara’s lovely mounds;

But of all the scenes down memory lane, none gives me greater joy,

Than that dear place I love so well, sweet Ballina on the Moy.

For it springs forth Mount Nephin, and silver tipped Lough Conn,

With Drummond Woods around its shores, what a treat to look upon!

And then in dawn of every year, when skylark chants from high,

This scene so fair always greets you there, near Ballina on the Moy.

 

Away along Moy’s mossy banks, and near its waters blue,

Wild flowers bloom when April showers replace the morning dew;

Where skies look fair when summer comes, and sunbeams smile from high,

To add a pleasant walk along the beauteous winding Moy.

Down by Bunree the waters rise and form great showers of spray,

While all along those rocky beds they roar and foam all day;

’Tis there the trout and salmon stroke while angler casts his fly,

Into those waters famed for sport at Ballina on the Moy.

Some day I hope to travel back across the Irish Sea,

To the nearest place to heaven, home, sweet home, at Ardnaree;

Along the hill at old Palmyra, what fond memories as a boy,

When I’d stroll there in the grooming by the peaceful flowing Moy.

Well, I’ve travelled all round Kerry, Galway, Dublin and Athlone,

And enjoyed the greatest thrill on earth as I kissed the Blarney Stone;

Still my thoughts dwell in the dear old West, with ever pride and joy,

May the good Lord bless my old home town – sweet Ballina on the Moy.

You may search old Ireland all around, no scene like this you’ll see,

Where’er I go I’ll not forget this one so dear to me;

Where’er I go this olde town shall cause a sense of joy,

For one who loves, can never forget—sweet Ballina on the Moy.

                

             Toronto, Canada,                                   George Armstrong