How many times my feet have walked
Upon your hills and heather
How many times my heart has sung
To your glory in all weather
Your grassy slopes and heathered top
That in the summer purples
Where curlews sing and sparrows wing
And circle in their purpose
My eyes have roamed across the valley
To where lies Carnaveagh
But my heart is yours Sliabh Truim
All each and every day