There's not a spot around old Strabane but memory treasures still
From Milltown wide to Crogan's side but has my right good will
And all my comrades kind and true I loved in life's young day
Who roamed with me in reckles glee by many abank and brae.
The "Curly Hill" our playground was -our camp the "Cottage Lea
Within the glen where outlawed men on other days roamed free
And riding on the white capped waves with merry noise and din
we whiled away the summer day on the "Point of Finn"