Sweet Portaferry


You may gaze from green mountains across the bright seas
Where wonder and pleasement are taking their ease
You may search the world over from there to Japan
Transported with nature and the glory of man
But why should men toil, foreign lands to explore
When wonder and pleasement are here at the door
And who would go roving through country and town
From sweet Portaferry and the kingdom of Down

It lies on a horbour convient and free
Where the waters of Strangford run swirling to sea
To bear on their bosom the yield of our toil
When farmer and fisherman plough lake and soil
There bright silver comes in our nets to the strand
Our gold and our glory are planted by hand
But who would change beauty for gain or renown
And leave Portaferry and the kingdom of Down

Oh, if I were a poor man, I’d work on my land
Content with the beauty at my every hand
If I were a rich man, my care to beguile
I’d fill up my pockets and wander a while
And what though I wander on strange lands and seas
And think think my land middling compared unto these
I know when old age makes a sage of a clown
I’d seek Portaferry and the kingdom of Down

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Songs of Down


Clip – Reg Keating