The Thirty-Two Countries
HereÂ´s to Donegal and her people brave and tall,
HereÂ´s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry,
HereÂ´s to Cavan and to Louth, hereÂ´s to Carlow in the South,
HereÂ´s to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.
Then clink your glasses, clink,
Â´Tis a toast for all to drink,
And let every voice join in the chorus,
For Ireland is our home,
And wherever we may roam,
WeÂ´ll be true to the dear land that bore us.
HereÂ´s to Tyrone, where OÂ´Neill long held his own,
HereÂ´s to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
HereÂ´s to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke,
And you know thatÂ´s the brave County Clare, boys.
HereÂ´s to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown,
HereÂ´s to Kilkenny famed in story;
HereÂ´s to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free,
And hereÂ´s to Royal Meath in all her glory.
HereÂ´s to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe,
HereÂ´s to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes;
HereÂ´s to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall,
And still more for the beauty of its lasses.
HereÂ´s to gallant Cork, the next county to New York,
HereÂ´s to Roscommon bright and airy,
HereÂ´s to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe,
And hereÂ´s to unconquered Tipperary.
Queens County too weÂ´ll toast, and Kings for both can boast,
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup,
And weÂ´ll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!
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