My home in sweet Lyreacrompane


Far away from my homeland in Kerry
I’ve been for a number of years
Although I’m contented and happy
My memory it fondly adheres
To that dear little spot by the Smearia
Where I first saw the light of the dawn
And spent the sweet days of my childhood
In my home in sweet Lyreacrompane.

Oh dear Lyre I can never forget you
No matter how long I’m away
In my mind you’re as fresh as a daisy.
Or the wind blowing in from the bay.
When Ireland was fighting for freedom
To her colours her true sons were drawn
And fought for the freedom of Ireland
And their homes in sweet Lyreacrompane.

The music and song at the crossroads
I can still hear so clearly today
As in fancy my mind often wanders
To those days that are long gone away.
There on the flag floor in the kitchen
We often danced until dawn
God be with the dear days of my childhood
In my home in sweet Lyreacrompane.

In dreams I am sometimes awakened
By the sound of the Smearlagh beyond
Where I often fished in its waters
And many fine salmon did land
Those days are now gone forever
All the wealth of the world I’d pawn
If I could only return as a gorsoon
To my home in sweet Lyreacrompane


Lyreacrompane is a heather-clad hillside on the northern slopes of the Stacks Mountains. It lies halfway between Listowel and Abbeyfeale.  Known locally as Lyre, Lyreacrompane (Ladhar an Crompáin) means the space between the converging Smearlagh and Crumpane rivers.

The song was written by Paddy Faley (Glenbawn) who had never been to Lyreacrompane. He based it on the stories and recollections of his friend, Jack Molyneaux who was born and reared in Lyreacrompane.

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