O Sweet Killavullen, I oft think of thee
No place in Erin is fairer to me.
The dear winding roads where the trees arch so neat
Seem to beckon me back to its sylvan retreat.
To stroll up the inches my hearth seems to pine,
To bask on the banks of our dear Irish Rhine
And gaze once again on a bright summer's morn,
On the place where dear Nano the Foundress was born.

Monanimy Castle I see thee once more,
Keeping guard as it were on the dead as of yore.
No wonder their slumbers are happy and sweet,
They know they are laid at your majestic feet.
Nature has lavished with unerring hand,
Her beauty and grace where the old bridge doth stand.
Where bending trees kiss the Blackwater spray,
As it flows on incessantly day after day.

That reminds me again of one grand summer's day
Beenaskehy I went, which was not far away.
Near the Brown Bridge and the clear River Ross
I picked the bright heather that grew thriugh the moss.
T'was there that the thrush and the blackbird sang best
Where the sky meets the mountain and the sun goes to rest.
In the cool of the evening when the dew starts to fall,
Tis then that the valley looks loveliest of all.

O, Sweet Killavullen, dear church of the mill
Fair beauty surrounds every woodland and dell.
The Rock House alone is a picture to see,
And Carrigacunna is as sweet as can be,
No wonder I see thee in dreams through the night,
Waking my fond thoughts forever take flight
To that dear little village so happy and gay,
Farewell Killavullen, I won't say foraye.