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Much have I travelled, many sights I have seen Since I left my home in, that island of green From London to Boston, wherever I roam I long to return to, My Old Sligo Home How joyful that good day, that we all spent As we walked by Glencar, so happy and content In hazelwood meadows, I oft walked alone Mid scene's of contentment, near My Old Sligo Home Chorus For the bright lights of London, are pretty to see And the sidewalks of New York, are so grand to me But I'd change it all, and never more roam To take the road westward, to My Old Sligo Home To see great Benbulben and the high Knockneray And the sun reclining, o'er sweet Sligo Bay The Garravogue river blows out to the foam Amidst the green hillsides near My Old Sligo Home Farewell to that old home, and the kind folks I knew Every song and story, with hearts loyal and true Some day I will wander, back home across the foam To take the road westward, to My Old Sligo Home For the bright lights of London, are pretty to see And the sidewalks of New York, are so grand to me But I'd change it all, and never more roam To take the road westward, to My Old Sligo Home To take the road westward, to My Old Sligo Home |