Oh fair Roe Vale you are my Irish home
And you I love fair treasure of the north,
I long for you wherever I may roam
Oh Vale of Roe ‘tis long since I went forth.
Oh from this land where in youth I’ve striven
I long to see your fields of golden corn,
To smell the turf from the hills near Dungiven
And to see again the town where I was born.
Oh I’ll return when youth is in your fields
And when the river flows so songfully,
Then I will stay and to you I will yield
Oh! vale of Roe my heart longs hopefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem should be a song, beautiful and flowing.