I’m an exile from Erin, sure there’s many miles between
The place I was born, on the old village green
Where I played in my childhood, as there’s few there would know
How I long for Rathvilly where the sweet Slaney flows.
You’ve heard of the Garden of Ireland and the Rose of Mooncoin so fair,
The Killeshin hills are beautiful still and the wonderful Plains of Kildare.
But somewhere between there’s a treasure unseen, it’s a place that I think you should…
Michael Donoghue, I really do love you;
Although you’re in the Duffery to you I will be true.
And Michael Donoghue I’ll Tell you what I’ll do:
Just stop pretending you’re a guard and I will marry you.
You grew and built your business through long, hard working days:
The bankers came and broke it, then they stole it all away.
You cannot trust the bankers, their only god is greed
And they hide behind their agents who do their dirty…