Patrick McGhee

Lyrics on a melody of Irish folk song Her Mantle So Green

As I stood a-looking from the top of the hill
A soft voice in my head said: “Sir Patrick McGhee,
You’ve got no riches and you’ve got no gold,
But this here is your fair land and it’s a site to behold”
But this here is your fair land and it’s a site to behold”

Says I then: “Dear fellow, I’m sure I agree.
I would die for my country, so emerald green,
I have fought many battles and have kissed many lips,
But I only feel happy on this mountain steep.
But I only feel happy on this mountain steep.

I’m the king of this mountain. I'm the lord of my sheep,
And unfettered as an eagle, with the clouds I sleep.
I have meadows in bloom and this river so clear.
I’m the luckiest fellow, Sir Patrick McGhee.
I’m the luckiest fellow, Sir Patrick McGhee.

When I die and be carried to the place where I’ll lay,
Bagpipes will be weeping and the violins will play.
But I’ll smile from me coffin and will say to my friends:
These green hills I’ll be wandering, so my life never ends.
These green hills I’ll be wandering, so my life never ends.

My free spirit forever will be guarding this land,
On the top of my mountain as before I will stand.
I’ll be grass in green pastures and clear water in streams,
I’m the luckiest fellow, Sir Patrick McGhee.
I’m the luckiest fellow, Sir Patrick McGhee.