For too long now, I’ve been a stranger here
To the hills above Glenshane
And your rocks, and your rain
Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
In the wind they sing [bad word] away [bad word] away”

To the murmuring stream with the town below
And the babbling swell of the winding Roe
And you still might hear the great O'Cahan Clan
 [bad word] away” they say "to the Benedy Glen".

Where the Hound of the Plain has walked this land
And the loneliest mile with a sword in his hand
And his [bad word] still In every stream and glen
And his home is seen from the Hill of The Thieves

For too long now I’ve been a stranger here
To the hills above Glenshane
And your rocks and your rain
And the silent soul haunts the Priory walls
In the wind they sing [bad word] away [bad word] away”