The Boys Of The County Armagh 
Theres one fair county in Ireland With memories so glorious and grand Where nature has lavished its bounty On the orchard of Erins green land I love its cathedral city Once founded by Patrick so true And there in the heart of its bosom Lie the ashes of Brian Boru 
Its my old Irish home Far across the foam Although I've often left it In foreign lands to roam No matter where I wander Through cities near and far My hearts at home in old Ireland In the county of Armagh 
I've travelled through parts of this county Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen And round by the gap of Mountnorris And home by Blackwater again Where the girls are so gay and so hearty None fairer in Erin go Bragh And where are the boys that can court them The boys of the county Armagh 
Its my old Irish home Far across the foam Although I've often left it In foreign lands to roam No matter where I wander Through cities near and far My hearts at home in old Ireland In the county of Armagh 
Theres one fair county in Ireland With memories so glorious and grand Where nature has lavished its bounty On the orchard of Erins green land I love its cathedral city Once founded by Patrick so true And there in the heart of its bosom Lie the ashes of Brian Boru  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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