Down past Don Louis' bonnie lakes One morning I did stray Until I reaped sweet cloddy vines Where the silvery salmon play I strolled around through a woven back And down along the shore And gazed with admiration On the green fields of gold I visit Mara Clover On Middletown Heights I stand Beneath me lies the ocean wide And Mara gallant strand Those sandy banks so dear to me Those banks I do adore Behind me lies sweet Derribeg And the green fields of gold The bonnie isle of Gola And the moonish men so dear I see the little fishing fleet As it flies along the pier I wander through the graveyard Where those have gone before That once lived happy and content By the green fields of gold I see sweet Dinisher And Burr of Torrey Isle I view the ocean liners As they steam along in style On board are Irish emigrants With hearts both sad and sore As they gazed and awed Cheerful nobles On the green fields of gold Thank you for watching!