Sweet Dromintee

On the bright ring of Gullion

The heather's in bloom

And its purple is dotted

With rich golden broom

And the mountain is kissed

By a breeze from the sea

I think long on Slieve Gullion

And sweet Drumante

On many an evening

I rambled the fields

With the dusk falling softly

My dog at my heels

And the lark soaring high

Sang his song just for me

At the foot of Slieve Gullion

Near sweet Drumante

There was singing and dancing

And good times galore

And the fiddle sang sweetly

Through window and door

And the girls were as lovely

As lovely can be

Round the foot of Slieve Gullion

And sweet Drumante

I have ploughed and I've harrowed

And I've worked in the bog

I have hunted the hare

Just myself and the dog

And I pray that my neighbours

Like the hare will be free

Round the foot of Slieve Gullion

And sweet Drumante

I have travelled the world

And seen many a sight

I worked hard for a living

By day and by night

But I've finished with rambling

Please God I'll soon be

With my friends round Slieve Gullion

And sweet Drumante

Drumante

Drumante

I think long on Slieve Gullion

And sweet Drumante