Lyrics:

You may travel far, far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
Oh there's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare
Oh the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes of the cliffs of Dooneen

It's a nice place to be on aq fine summer's day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
Oh the hare and lofty pheasant are plain to be seen
Making home for their young round the cliffs of Dooneen

Fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while
And to all the fine People I'm leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes of the cliffs of Dooneen

You may travel far, far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
Oh there's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen