Sweet is Tipperary

Lyrics

Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring-time of the year
When the hawthorn’s whiter than the snow
When the feathered folk assemble and the air is all a-tremble
With their singing and their winging to and fro
When queenly Slievenamon puts her verdant vesture on
And smiles to hear the news the breezes bring
When the sun begins to glance on the rivulets that dance
Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring

Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring-time of the year
When the mists are rising from the lea
When the golden vale is smiling with a beauty all beguiling
And the Suir goes crooning to the sea
When the shadows and the showers only multiply the flowers
That the lavish hand of May will fling
When in unfrequented ways, fairy music softly plays
Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring

Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring-time of the year,
When life like the years is young
When the soul is just awaking, like a lily blossom breaking
And love words linger on the tongue
When the blue of Irish skies is the hue of Irish eyes
And love dreams cluster and cling
Round the heart and round the brain, half of pleasure, half of pain
Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring


Notes

Written by Denis A McCarthy


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Tipperary


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