Thirty-Two Countries, The
Timothy Daniel Sullivan
Here´s to Donegal and her people brave and tall,
Here´s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry,
Here´s to Cavan and to Louth, here´s to Carlow in the South,
Here´s to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.
Then clink your glasses, clink,
´Tis a toast for all to drink,
And let every voice join in the chorus,
For Ireland is our home,
And wherever we may roam,
We´ll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here´s to Tyrone, where O´Neill long held his own,
Here´s to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
Here´s to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke,
And you know that´s the brave County Clare, boys.
Here´s to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown,
Here´s to Kilkenny famed in story;
Here´s to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free,
And here´s to Royal Meath in all her glory.
Here´s to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe,
Here´s to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes;
Here´s to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall,
And still more for the beauty of its lasses.
Here´s to gallant Cork, the next county to New York,
Here´s to Roscommon bright and airy,
Here´s to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe,
And here´s to unconquered Tipperary.
Queens County too we´ll toast, and Kings for both can boast,
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup,
And we´ll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!