The Hills of Kerry
The G palm trees C wave on G high,
all a- C long that D7 fertile G shore.
Adieu, you Em Hills of G Kerry,
I Em never will C see you D7 more.
Oh, G why did I C leave my G home?
And C why did I D7 cross the G sea,
and leave the Em small birds G singing
a- Em round you D7 sweet Tra- G lee
1. The palm trees wave on high,
all along that fertile shore.
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry,
I never will see you more.
Oh, why did I leave my home?
And why did I cross the sea,
and leave the small birds singing
around you sweet Tralee
2. The noble and the brave
have departed from your shore
They’ve gone off to fight the war’s,
where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return
To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing,
around you sweet Tralee
3. Will I ever see the shamrock,
that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying
high O’er lowly Banna Strand
As I stand on this foreign shore
And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again,
to see you sweet Tralee
4. No more I’ll see the sunbeams
on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing
in a field of golden corn
Thereґs an end to every woe
and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye’s of my darling girl,
I never will see again
5. Oh the palm trees wave on high
all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry,
I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home,
And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing,
around you sweet Tralee