Clare My Heart My Home

Tonight, dear friends I'll sing a song, a toasting glass I'll raise

To a place that means the world to me, on the wild Atlantic way

A land where blessed feet once tread, where kings and princes roamed

A place of beauty and renown, Clare, my heart, my home.

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known

The Banner's flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home

Liscannor Bay and Moher's cliffs greet white Atlantic foam

And Burren's beauty uncompared, majestic land of stone

The rolling hills of Tulla, Inchichronan, Craggaunowen

All jewels in the crown that is, Clare, my heart, my home

Across this land are ancient ruins, once built by holy hands

From Scattery to Corcomroe from Killaloe to Quin

Kilfenora of the crosses, seven carved from Burren stone

Stand tall as sentinels of faith in Clare, my heart, my home

O Baronies of Thomond, where Dal gCais' noble clans

Defended bravely side by side with spear and sword in hand

Brian Boru, Kincora's son, regaled in song and poem

He rid the foe from this dear land, from Clare, my heart, my home

And now it's time to bid farewell, this night must come to end

But I wish you peace and god's blessings until we meet again

If ever you return again of this you can be sure

You'll be welcome here with open arms, in Clare, my heart, my home