The Boys Of The County Armagh
(Trad)

Theres one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
On the orchard of Erins green land
I love its cathedral city
Once founded by Patrick so [bad word] 
And there in the heart of its bosom
Lie the ashes of Brian [bad word] 

Its my old Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My hearts at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh

I've travelled through parts of this county
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
And round by the gap of Mountnorris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so [bad word] and so hearty
None fairer in Erin go Bragh
And where are the boys that can court them
The boys of the county Armagh

Its my old Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My hearts at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh