Old Armagh

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills

Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere

Its name for me shall be a constant memory

Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

Its heritage and beauty can be seen

At Navan Fort, Maher ruled as Queen

In Dobbins flowery vale, where lovers strolled

Before this world became so tired and old

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills

Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere

Its name for me shall be a constant memory

Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

With its two cathedrals lined against the sky

And the Friary ruins standing closely by

That is where Saint Patrick made his stand

In that Old Cathedral city of Ireland

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills

Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere

Its name for me shall be a constant memory

Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

By the Callan river banks I've often strayed

By the old mill strangely silent and decayed

I fished and swam on lazy summer days

In crystal waters, flowing to Lough Neagh

Built on Seven Hills my heart forever trills

Each time I hear it mentioned anywhere

Its name for me shall be a constant memory

Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair

Its name for me shall be a constant memory

Of childhood joys, in that Old City fair