as life and times change, I may travel from here
to faraway places to seek a career
But wherever I go or wherever I roam
I will never forget, dear old Drangan my home
In the centre of Drangan our church stands so fair,
a place where the faithful can assemble for prayer,
its Angelus bells can be heard twice a day,
to remind us to bless and a short prayer to say.
There once was a convent, where I went to school
and the sister of mercy, they called out the roll,
but alas all thats gone now, the nuns are not there
what a pity to lose something special and rare
to the east of the village is the hill of Knockroe
where her sons lost their lifes in a house long ago
It was for Irelands freedom those young men were killed
and to honour their memory a grotto was built.
As I roam ,round the parish, first up the Newline
where the towmlands of Newtown and Magoury entwine
there,s Corbally too with its many abodes,
which me on up toBallylusky crossroads
I turn right fo Cloughtaney now that I can
and I travel through Moyne and parts of Crohane
Next to Moonverrin and Knockura hill
Prospect and Wilford and to Lismolin
and when I arrive in famedKnocknahoun
I know its all part of dear old Drangan my home
Theres parts of Shangarry with its coal tinted soil,
Ballynennon, Ballyrichard and the fine plains of Kyle
Ballyvarna,s a townlands not lived in today,
we,vs Priestown and Lacha and old Cloanyhea.
Rathkenny looks on Templeview and Soilsean,
Shanakyle, Lismoynan and Tullacussane,
Bawntafuara and St Johnstown too can lay claim
to have parts of their townslands in dear old Drangan demesne
Curraheen situated near Ballyvadlea
and I,ll rest in the sport fields thats known as Raw Hey
We recall with fond memories the things we liked best
wherever we travel, from the East to the West,
Many places we spoke of in song and in poem
but I,ll never forget , dear old Drangan my Home
