The blue hills of Antrim

The blue hills of Antrim I see in my dreams,

The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams;

In sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe,

The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.

Sleeve Trostan's in shadow, and Glenan in tears

Looks sorrowing up at her Love thro' the years:

That sad look at Trostan I cannot forget;

My heart pines in darkness, my lashes are wet.

Red dawn is at breaking, and Sleeve-meesh is glad

In smiles to the green fields and fallows of Braud;

Craigbilly is waking from night's dewy sleep,

And Kella's young streams with my new pulses leap.