Slieve Gullion

Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a green crown

The moon on the mountain and the sun going down

Her ash and her alder her green mossy bowers

And all round the mountain the white thorn in flower

All round the mountain and all the way home

Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a gold crown

The sun going westward and the summer gone down

Her willow and her hazel, her birch and her broom

And all round the mountain the heather in bloom

All round the mountain and all the way home

Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a white crown

The snow on her bosom of white eiderdown

Her holly and her ivy, her brakes and her bowers

Here and there round the mountain the gorse in in flower

All round the mountain, all round the mountain, all round the mountain

And all the way home