In the north of fair Ireland
In Ireland’s wee six
There’s a town in a county
Where fine folk do mix.
‘Tis called Limavady
On the banks of the Roe
And although I’m far from it
‘Tis there I will go.
To see Josephine Avenue
‘Tis there I was born
And long Irish Green street
On a bright Summer’s morn’.
To walk along Main Street
With the shops in display
And meet country folk
On ‘the gallop’ fair day.
To stroll up the Roe Mill
And see the wee school
Beside the old graveyard
When the breezes are cool.
To climb up the Mullagh
And view the whole scene
Of my own native birthplace
In that valley so green.
Oh fair Limavady
Dear town of my birth
Your the gem of the Roe
And the pride of the north.
And although I’m far
From you to you I will go
Oh dear Limavady
On the banks of the Roe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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