Last night I was dreaming of Ireland My homeland far over the sea,
And my own native county of Monaghan That in fancy
keeps calling to me.
I could see that fair town of Macarten That's hallowed by memories of old, 'Twas here that St. Patrick's disciple Once
founded the Church for his fold.
Thru' Scotstown and Clones I wandered To Annalore, that village serene,
The birthplace of rebel James Connolly A hero
of Nineteen Sixteen.
Next in my view came Clontibret Made famous by O'Neill of Tyrone, When he routed the English in battle As history's pages
have shown.
Then thru' Ballybay and Lough Eglish And onwards to 'Blaynev so fair,
That stands on the shores of Lough Muckno
With it's castle and scenery so rare
