The Cliffs Of Dooneen

You may travel far, far, from your own native home,

Faraway o'er the mountains, faraway o'er the foam,

But of all the fine places that I've ever been,

Oh, there's none can compare with the Cliffs of Dooneen.

Cliffs of Dooneen

Ireland

It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,

Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay,

Oh the hare and the pheasant are plain to be seen,

Making homes for their young round the Cliffs of Dooneen.

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there;

You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare,

Oh, the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen,

From the high rocky slopes round the Cliffs of Dooneen.

So fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while,

And although we are parted by the raging sea wild,

Once again I will wander with my Irish colleen,

Round the high rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen.

  An Irish Folksong

Based on a poem by Jack McAuliffe

The Cliffs of Dooneen

 Performed by Irish folk singer 

Christy Moore 

From the album, 

"Prosperous"

(1972)