Summer in Sixtowns

The Springtime is lovely, Och lovely,
When the leaves on the hedgerows are green,
The Springtime is lovely, Och lovely,
In beautiful Ballinascreen.

The sweet month of May is enchanting,
When the wild birds in choirs do sing,
For we know that the winter is over,
And likewise the best of the spring.

But lovely and better is Summer,
When we can all sit down and dream,
Of the beautiful roses in colour,
Which flourish at Ballinascreen.

But, ah, when we think of that good time,
And when we all think that it’s by,
There’s a better time coming, yes coming,
When the clover it blooms in July.

With the green of the plants in the hayfields,
And the fragrance the air does waft round,
It is good to be out in the Summer,
When the clover is blooming around.

Then, O, for a trip in the Summer,
Amongst the green lanes of Sixtowns,
When the clover it makes the air balmy,
With the honey plants smelling around.