Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
When I was a chap, I remember it still.
Going to school through the fields around Garryhill.
Auld lads at the cross roads, such stories they’d tell.
And me drawing water in a bucket from the well.
Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below.
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney doflow.
There’s Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells.
Where history, folklore and heritage dwells.
We’d fish in the river, we’d be in our bare feet.
Then to make a few bob, we’d go tinning the beet.
Potatoes we’d pick for ten shillings a day.
Then gather black berries along the byway.
Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below.
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney do flow.
There’s Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells.
Where history, folklore and heritage dwells.
At the ditch in the field, we’d catch rabbits in snares.
Then with the half hound, we’d go hunting for hares.
A lifetime of dreams in a valley so neat.
A small peace a heaven right under our feet.
Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below.
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney do flow.
There’s Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells.
Where history, folklore and heritage dwells
About the Song,…..From The Top Of Mount Leinster.
When you walk up and reach the top of Mount leinster, you will be standing on the border, between Carlow and Wexford, It also marks the highest point in both counties. From the top of Mount Leinster, to the valley below, Where the Burren, the Barrow, and Slaney do flow.