THE GREEN FIELDS OF GLAN

There are many bright spots in this green land of ours

Where nature has robed its brightest flowers

There are many fair scenes where the eye never tires 

But gazes with rapture and fondly admires 

Bright glimpses of mountains and dingle and dell 

As if it were meant for the angels to dwell

 But the brightest and fairest for angel or man

Are Erin's fair hills and the 'Green Fields of Glan'

Dear Glan it is long since I gazed with delight

On your green sunny fields and your streams sparkling bright

Famed is the Shannon and stoney Owenmore

That emerge from the vale of Glangevlin asthore

And simple and bold are the peasants that dwell

And many and old are the legends they tell

How the landlords, the grabber and the Sassana ran

Pursued by the Gaels from the ‘Green Fields of Glan’

For the home and the friends that through childhood were mine

And oft times I wish I was back there once more

In that beautiful spot called Glangevlin asthore

Your hills and green fields never more will I see

Yet my heart with affection ever turns to thee

  Famed is the Shannon and stoney Owenmore

That emerge from the vale of Glangevlin asthore

And simple and bold are the peasants that dwell

And many and old are legends they tell

How the landlords the grabber and Sassana ran

Pursued by the Gaels from the “Green Fields of Glan.”

For the home and the friends that through childhood were mine

And oft times I wish I was back there once more

In that beautiful spot called Glangevlin  asthore

Your hills and green fields never more shall I see

Yet my heart with affection ever turns to thee

And yet in my visions bright glimpses I scan

Bright glimpse of Heaven and the "Green Fields of Glan."