[D]There's one fair county in[G] Ireland,
With[A] memories so[A7] glorious and[D] grand,
Where nature has lavished its[G] bounty,
In the[A] orchards of[A7] Erin's green[D] land,
I love it's cathedrals and[G] cities,
Once[A] founded by[A7] Patrick so[D] true,
And it bears all the heart of its[G] bosom,
The[A] ashes of[A7] Brian[D] Boro.
Its my[D] own[G] Irish[D] home,far across the[G] foam,
Al[A]though Ive often left it,in[D] foreign[G] lands to[D] roam,
No matter[G] where I[D] wonder through cities near or[G] far,
Sure me[D] heart is at home in old[G] Ireland,
In the[A] county of Ar[D]magh.
Ive travelled three parts of this county,
Newtown Forkhill,Crossmaglen,
And around by the gap of Mount norris,
And home by Blackwater again,
Where the girls are so fair and so hearty,
None fairer than Erin go bragh,
But where are the girls that will court you ,
Like the girls from the county Armagh
