THE THIRTY-TWO COUNTRIES
Timothy Daniel Sullivan
Here’s to Donegal and her people brave and tall,
Here’s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry,
Here’s to Cavan and to Louth, here’s to Carlow in the South,
Here’s to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.
Then clink your glasses, clink,
’Tis a toast for all to drink,
And let every voice join in the chorus,
For Ireland is our home,
And wherever we may roam,
We’ll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here’s to Tyrone, where O’Neill long held his own,
Here’s to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
Here’s to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke,
And you know that’s the brave County Clare, boys.
Here’s to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown,
Here’s to Kilkenny famed in story;
Here’s to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free,
And here’s to Royal Meath in all her glory.
Here’s to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe,
Here’s to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes;
Here’s to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall,
And still more for the beauty of its lasses.
Here’s to gallant Cork, the next county to New York,
Here’s to Roscommon bright and airy,
Here’s to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe,
And here’s to unconquered Tipperary.
Queens County too we’ll toast, and Kings for both can boast,
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup,
And we’ll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!