Chorus Don't turn to look on the green hills of Antrim, Fermanagh's behind you, it's time to move on. Look onwards tae Glasgow and all your tomorrows, The future lies there, and it's waiting for you, As the green crosses over to meet with the blue.
And what was the sense when the wee ones were crying, The cries of the hungry no sense to remain. No prayer could recover a sister or brother, So farewell to Fermanagh, the praying is done.
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The land that you leave has had to many martyrs, And too many lives that have perished in vain. And too many boats slipping out from its harbours, With cargoes the never came homewards again.
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If the wings of the eagle could carry you over To the land of the prairie, then surely you'd fly, But an ocean so wide, and a far distant country, So far from your own land is no place to die.