Song of Poulaphouca
Hail! old seat of scene and splendour,
May for memory oft recall,
Joyous friends do here assemble,
Around our lovely Waterfall.
(Chorus)
Adew! Sweet Glen,
I now must leave you,
Though the parting gives me pain,
One fond thought alone might cheer me,
We should see those falls again.
II
Poulaphouca, like an emblem
Set in liffey's watery vale,
Purest flowers decked by nature,
Shed's their perfume o'er the vale.
(Chorus)
III
Poets may speak of Sweet Killarney,
Which they boast of, one and all,
But I know no place can equal
Poulaphouca's Waterfall.
(Chorus)
IV
There's the poet and the painter,
Which they boast of, one and all,
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