Go by the broad road past Keady's low
brows,
See on the left side the undulating green knowes,
Of Bolea and Benevenagh's low gentle rills,
Soon you will see Antrim's fair hills.
Go by the shore road through Crindle Myroe,
Follow the river where clear waters flow,
To shining Lough Foyle a'teeming with fish,
Sure what better view could anyone wish.
Go by the south road to Dungiven so fair,
Through arable farmland and tall woodlands where
The air is laden and scented so sweet,
With wild flower blossom and the smoke of the peat.
Go by the west road along the lough shore,
Through Greysteel and Eglinton and on to Culmore,
The hills of Tirconnel with purple ablaze,
The eyes of the stranger will always amaze.
Go by the glen road to small Claudy town,
On top of the mountain pause and look down,
From the hills of Benbraddagh to brown Loughermore,
From the crags of Benevenagh to the golden seashore.
Now stranger I've striven to be a good guide,
To the vista from Keady to the level Loughside,
When you've looked on these wonders, please do not go,
But tarry ye longer in the vale of the Roe.
