Air: “Shanagolden” (The O’Brien’s of Ballytarsna were evicted from their lands of Ballytarsna and Knockgreine) In the Golden Vale we’ve lived, through centuries of time, A sunny land of meadows and pasturelands so fine, A place of full and plenty, down through the golden years, Where one might live contentedly; no anguish there, no fears! Our ploughshares broke the rich soil of Ballytarsna’s fields, Our cattle grazed the green sward, on Knockgreine’s gentle slopes, ‘From road to road’ we farmed this land; but now, mo bhrón, ‘tis lost! Ah! Bitter is the heartbreak; too heavy is the cost! The times turned grim and fearful, as hunger walked the land, Our neighbours from the Village, reached for a helping hand, Gladly was it given from Knockgreine’s verdant grade, But in the end the pressure told; our debts could not be paid. The Sheriff and his hirelings played their own mean part, But the interloper stooped so low, ‘twas that near broke our hearts, Ah! Black the day we took the road and left it all behind, Lost home, proud Ballytarsna, you’re forever on my mind, Green fields of Ballytarsna, forever on my mind, Lost fields of Ballytarsna…