I want to go to the heather hills,
⁠To the heather hills and rocky shore
I want to climb to Ben-Edar's heights,
⁠And to smell the sea once more.

I want to talk by an Ulster hearth,
⁠Where welcome ever a stranger finds,
I want to stand on a Connaught hill,
⁠And sing to the four great winds.

I want to see on a Kerry moor
⁠The purple turf smoke, coil, and soar,
I want to hear a soft Munster voice
⁠That sings by a cottage door.

I want to go to the Leinster hills,
⁠To the Dublin hills by the rocky shore.
I want to climb to Ben-Edar's heights—
⁠I want to be home once more.