[Verse]
There's one fair county in Ireland,
With memories so glorious and grand,
Where nature has lavished its bounty,
On the orchards of Erin's green land.

I love its cathedral city,
Once founded by Patrick so true,
And there in the heart of its bosom,
Lies the ashes of Brian Boru.

[Chorus]
It's my own Irish home,
Far across the foam,
Although I've oft times left it,
For foreign lands to roam.

No matter where I wander,
To cities near or far,
Sure, me heart is at home in old Ireland,
In the county of Armagh.

[Verse]
I've travelled through parts of this county,
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen,
And up by the gap of Mountnorris,
And homе by Blackwaters again.

Where the girls are so gay and so hearty,
None fairer in Erin go bragh,
Ah, but where are the boys that can court them,
Like the boys from the County Armagh?

[Chorus]
It's my own Irish home,
Far across the foam,
Although I've oft times left it,
For foreign lands to roam.

No matter where I wander,
To cities near or far,
Sure, me heart is at home in old Ireland,
In the county of Armagh.

[Outro]
Sure, me heart is at home in old Ireland,
In the county of Armagh.