Some poets sing of a noble king   All of a sweetheart fair   Some tell a tale of ships that sail   With treasures rich and rare      But my humble pain still drifts again   To scenes of long ago   Across the sea to the Benedy   And the winding river Roe      Right well, do I remember now   Those happy childhood days?   And the times I had when just a lad   On Carn's lovely braes      And when my mind is thus inclined   No other joys I know   For my heart remains on the verdant plains   Near the winding river Roe      Benbradagh's crown over Dungiven town   Is still within my view   And the Benedy Glen I worshiped then   Still lives in memory too      The beautiful scene of Cashel Green   Still haunts where ever I go   And in all my dreams I see it seems   The winding river Roe      If fortune smiles on me a while   I'll cross the sea again   And all these years of toil and tears   Will be forgotten then      And when at last my life has passed   Contentedly I'll go   Across the sea to the Benedy   And the winding river Roe