The day I first left it is fresh in my mind,
All those kind neighbours, I left far behind
To go to a strange land, that I'd never seen
A lonely young exile, from sweet Glenasheen.

It was this grand valley in times long ago,
That Fionn and the Fianna hunting would go
Ballyhoura, the Greenwood, Ardpatrick so fair,
Sweet Ballyorgan, and Darragh so rare.

One day on the mountain stood Fionn and his Bride,
To gaze on my birthplace, with wonder and pride,
Said she my dear Husband, it's the grandest we have seen
We will call our first son, after sweet Glenasheen.

There are valleys of beauty, all over this land,
From the green glens in Antrim to Aherlow so grand,
The kingdoms own beauty I often have seen
Yet for me none is fairer than my own Glenasheen.

Some day I'm returning across o'er the tide,
To my home 'neath the mountain, once more to reside,
If fate is kind, I will wed some colleen,
And never more roam, from my own Glenasheen.