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Come, find me a spot in our Emerald Isle,
When the glory of Summer all round flings a smile,
When soft Summer bells deck each upland and lawn,
To compete with the beauties of Meenogahane.
You'd travel our Island from strand into strand,
And ne'er find a spot in our darling Ireland
To match me the splendour of a soft Summer's dawn,
When it laughs o'er the green fields of Meenogahane.
The Causeway of Antrim is majestic and grand,
But simpler to me is your bright pebbly strand,
Killarney's weird beauties are bewitching and fair
But dearer to me are the blue hills of Clare.
Come, follow me now to old Shellbourne hole,
And I'll read you a page from the book of my soul,
See our dear lordly Shannon rolling proudly below,
Does the weird song it sings set your heart all aglow.(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.