I [G] love the [C] sunny shores of France
I [D] love the Italian [G] clime
Where beauty [C]
beams o'er fields and streams
And [G] nature reigns sub -[D7]- lime
I love the [C] Alps, the winding Rhine
The [G]
classic Po and [D] Rhone
But ten times [Em] more do I [C] adore
The [D] skies o'er Bally -[G]- roan
The golden [C] sun ne'er beamed upon
A [D] sweeter little [G] town
The purling [C] rill that drives the mill
Through
[G] hazel shades runs [D7] down
The Motte, high [C] crowned with noble trees
Its [G] origins un -[D]- known
Its silver
[Em] grace illumes the [C] plains
For [D] miles round Bally -[G]- roan
The chapel
[C] spire high over all
Points [D] to the crystal [G] sky
The vesper’s [C] chimes proclaim the time
When [G]
evening worships [D7] nigh
And home the [C] weary workman hikes
His [G] hour of toil now [D] flown
With songs and
[Em] cheer and Scully's [C] beer
En -[D]- livens Bally -[G]- roan
Oh, Bally -[C]- roan,
my native home
Why [D] grieve my Irish [G] heart
Within my [C] breast with you oppressed
I'll [G] act a brave mans
[D7] part
But should I [C] die for Ireland's cause
Like [G] Emmett or Wolfe [D] Tone
My last long [Em] sigh to Heaven
on [C] high
Will [D] be for Bally -[G]- roan
