The forty shades of green
In Tipperary town
And the folks at Skibbereen
And most of all I miss her lips
Green, green, forty shades of green
The things we've done and seen
Drain the bogs and spade the turf
And there's forty shades of green
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
Of the straw the women glean
I'd love to watch the farmers
I wish that I could spend an hour
I miss the river Shannon
As soft as eiderdown
At Dublin's churching surf
To see again the thatching
As soft as eiderdown
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
But most of all I miss a girl
But most of all I miss a girl
The moorlands and the meddle
Again I want to see and do
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
In Tipperary town
I close my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
To the shores of Donaghadee
From the fishing boats at Dingle
With their forty shades of green
The things we've done and seen
And most of all I miss her lips
Again I want to see and do
