The Sixtowns is a lovely glen amongst the mountains brown,
Where streams as clear as crystal, from the hills come tumbling down,
Where streams as clear as crystal are by gushing streams set free,
O, the Sixtowns is a grand old spot, the only spot for me.
It’s fields they are the greenest, of Irish fields so green,
There is no place in all the land, like lovely Ballinascreen,
Where flowers bloom so gaily and green shamrocks deck the lea,
O, the Sixtowns is a grand old spot, the only spot for me.
The girls there are beautiful as everybody knows,
More lovely than the daisy or a freshly blooming rose,
Their lips are like the cherries red, when ripe upon a tree,
O, the Sixtowns is a grand old spot, the only spot for me.
And Sixtowns men are kindly, the kindest that I know,
The stranger finds in them good friends, and never finds a foe,
The stranger finds in them good friends, as kind as kind can be,
O, the Sixtowns is a grand old spot, the only spot for me.
There may be lands that’s fairer, than this little glen so green,
There may be lands that’s richer, than this part of Ballinascreen,
But, O, my heart still warms to it, and there I love to be,
O, the Sixtowns is a grand old spot, the only spot for me.
George Barnett 