The Rafferty Family.

Martin Raftery
February 1972

We've heard and sung the praises
Of most counties in Ireland
Now here's to dear Roscommon
A place so fair and grand.
When you cross the River Shannon
And proceed down towards the West,
You may view Roscommon's fertile plains
In creation it was blessed.

You may travel all this country
Cities, towns and countryside
Of it's beauty and its scenery
We all must speak with pride
From Dublin back to Galway
And from Cork to Donegal
But Roscommon is my native place
Sure I love it best of all.

When I was young and restless
And my mind was ill at ease
Like thousands more before me
Sure I longed to cross the seas.
But changes great have taken place
Since I crossed the Atlantic foam
There's a buzz of peace and plenty
In our dear Roscommon Home.

Take our famous town Roscommon
With its factories galore
And Castlerea expanding
As it never did before
Athleague so famous for its fairs
Ballintubber for its style
Also Plunkett, Tulsk and Strokestown
And the historic town of Boyle.
Back to Elphin and Ballinagare
Taking Frenchpark in your stride
Our first President came from there
The great man Doughlas Hyde.
Here's to Loughlynn for Fenian men
And Balloghaderren some miles below
Bloonfad, Granlahan, Ballinlonger
Sure they never feared the foe.

In the fight for Irish freedom
Sure Roscommon took the strain
Her valient sons stood by their guns
Thank God 'twas not in vain.
While some live on, yet some have gone
Like heroes to their doom
They died to free Old Ireland and their dear
Roscommon homes.

The people of Roscommon,
They are gentle, meek and mild
All visitors and strangers say
Their likes are hard to find.
You may travel other counties
But no matter where you roam
That peace of mind you'll nowhere find
Of yon dear Roscommon Home.


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