It’s a cold Chicago morning, the snow is falling down
It’s a special time of year when my friends all gather round
When they ask about my hometown, my thoughts begin to flow
To the place called Tubbercurry that I left so long ago

I tell them about the beauty of the mountain and the bog
‘Bout many days spent fishing, or hunting with my dog
I still can see the sunshine dancing on the River Moy
On this dark and wintry morning out here in Illinois

I remember early mornings, and going to the fair
Through ponies, sheep and cattle, I’d walk without a care
The town was black with people then upon those special days
‘Twas a wondrous time of life in so many, many ways

I remember frosty evenings and the foxes lonely bark
I remember days spent at the turf and the sweet song of the lark
On hot and lazy afternoons, we’d work hard at the hay
And look back in the evenings at the work we did all day

I remember summer Sundays with my comrades playing ball
I remember stormy winter nights going to Ceilis in the hall
And we’d see the town in falling snow, decked out in Christmas lights
And the music of South Sligo came drifting through the night

I still see Tubbercurry under golden skies
And the day I left the station with tears in my eyes
But someday soon I’ll go back to the town of my birth
To Tubbercurry, County Sligo, my favorite place on earth


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