There is a place I love so dear
as no one yet can tell.
Banada is the nicest spot that I always
love so well.
Where in childhood days I worked
with joy when in my youth and prime
But alas: I had to turn my back
and face a foreign clime.
When I went to Tubber Station
the tears came freely down.
My heart felt sad and lonely till
I landed in Queenstown
My youthful days I did recall to
my heart they had clung.
As oft, I watched the jet Black
crows as they fed their little young.
To stand at the bridge in Banada
that spans the River Moy.
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