They tell me there's Isle of the Ocean
By India's golden shore,
Where life all day long is a beautiful song,
With flowers and fruits galore;
They tell me the sun does be shining,
With never a cloud in the sky -
But when they have done with their clouds and their sun,
I ups and I says, says I -
‘I suppose you've not been to Drumcolliher?
Ye haven't? Well now I declare,
You must wait till you've been to Drumcolliher,
And seen the fine sun we have there.
There's only one sun in Drumcolliher,
And that's ‘tis glory to see;
You may walk till you're dumb, but give me ould Drum,
For Drum is the place for me.
I was over in London quite lately,
I gave King Edward a call;
Says the butler, ‘He's out, he isn't about,
An' I don't see his hat in the hall;
But if you look around, sir,
I think you will have to say,
Apartments like these are not what one sees
In your country every day.'
Says I, ‘Have yez been to Drumcolliher?
Ye haven't? Well now I declare,
You must wait till you've been to Drumcolliher,
And seen the fine house we have there.
There's only one house in Drumcolliher,
For hardware, bacon and tea;
If your master would come we would treat him in Drum,
Oh! Drum is the place for me.'