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…