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1. Local Poems and Songs - The Limerick Hills (continued)

   

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   Sure there Westward the Shannons silver crest twixt Glin and Tarbert shore.
   IV
   We see old Knocknagorna hills and our own sweet Templeathea.
   With fields of fertile corn and meadows of clover hays.
   down in the valley flows the Gale, so full of trout and eel.
   And there is a road through knocknagorna that leads to Abbeyfeale.

   This song was composed by Mick Taylor.
   Related by Edmond Danaher, Glenagore 16 years.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

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2. In Praise of Sweet Cool West

   

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   I The sun shines gently, pure and bright, the heather blossoms blue, My thoughts and dreams of days gone past are shadows in my view, My foolish youth and wild career must close and go to rest, For I'll put up and live at home in lovely Coole west. II My native land I do maintain, is the fairest that I've known, For in it's mists i say with pride the shamrock always

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      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

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