It’s Called The County Carlow


Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland, ya’ll see a county fair.
It looks like South America, but they grow no coffee there.
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an’ I thought I’d let ye know. 
The celtic centre of Ireland, is the county of Carlow.

From Borris town to Bagenalstown an’ out ta Garryhill.
It’s there you’ll find the scallions an’ you can eat your fill.
Up along ta Tallow, Rathvilly an’ Clonmore.
They’re all a part of Carlow, the place that I adore.

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland, you’ll see a county fair.
It looks like South America, but they grow no coffee there.
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an’ I thought I’d let ye know. 
The celtic centre of Ireland, is the county of Carlow.

There used ta be a four lakes there, long since gone.
The Burren, the Barrow, the Slaney still flow along.
Rathanna, the Royal Oak an’ Nurney up so high.
An’ higher still, Mt.Leinster a reaching for the sky.

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland, ya’ll see a county fair.
It looks like South America, but they grow no coffee there.
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an’ I thought I’d let ye know. 
The celtic centre of Ireland, is the county of Carlow.

The little street of Fenagh with the lovely granite wall .
Myshall, Kildavin, Ardattin, Clonegall.
Ballon, Ballmurphy, Palatine an’ Leighlinbridge., 
Tinryland,Bennekerry an’ all along the ridge.

Chorus

If a look at the map of Ireland, ya’ll see a county fair.,
It looks like South America, but they grow no coffee there.
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an’ I thought I’d let ye know. 
The celtic centre of Ireland, is the county of Carlow.

Over looking Hacketstown, theres Eagle hill.
Glynn an’ St.Mullins near Poll Mounty mill.
Clashganny, Balnabranna, Ballinkillen an’ Millford. 
Auld Leighlin cathedral an’ Rathgall hill fort.

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland, you’ll see a county fair.
It looks like South America, but they grow no coffee there.
It’s a little place called Carlow an’ I thought I’d let ya know.
There’s no place now in Ireland, like the roads around Rathoe.
If your looking for a ramble, a that the place ta go.

(Richie)… “Ye forgot the nine stones Johnny, the nine stones!!!” 
(Johnny)…. “Ya….”