On Sweeney Ridge

Pretend you're singing an old Irish folk song...

On Sweeney Ridge,
On Sweeney Ridge,
We walked with our doggies


On Sweeney Ridge,
On Sweeney Ridge,
We entered into the foggies


Wandering the hillsides


Past a misty lake


And when we got them home again,
They couldn't stay awake



On Sweeney Ridge,
On Sweeney Ridge,
We climbed a many feety


On Sweeney Ridge,
On Sweeney Ridge,
It's there I kissed my sweety