Far away are the mountains,
But there's none to compare
with the cliffs of Guinea
To view the grand cherries
From those old rocky slopes,
round the cliffs of Delhi
Take a view across the Shannon,
many sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains,
on the west coast of Flare
For the gay, lofty peasants
Making homes for their young
round the Cliffs of Duneen
I have traced my own footsteps
Through the dance halls and cinemas,
where love stories are told
Going home from the slopes,
round the cliffs of Duane
And to all the kind neighbors
till it's laid on the green
Near those old rocky slopes,
round the cliffs of Gilead