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Far across yonder blue |
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Lies a true paradise |
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With the sea rippling over |
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The shingle and spice |
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Where the gay honeysuckle |
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Is luring the bee |
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And the green glens of Antrim |
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Are calling to me |
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If only you knew |
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How the light of the moon |
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Turns a blue Irish bay |
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To a silver lagoon |
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You'd imagine the picture |
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Of heaven it would be |
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Where the green glens of Antrim |
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Are welcoming to me |
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And I hope to return |
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To my own Cuchendall |
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It's the one place I know |
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That can outshine them all |
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Till I know every stone |
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I will recall every tree |
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Where the green glens of Antrim |
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Are heaven to me |
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But I'd be where the people |
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Are simple and kind |
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And among them there is one |
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That's been aye in my mind |
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So I pray that the world |
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That in peace let me be |
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Where the green glens of Antrim |
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Are heaven to me |
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Where the green glens of Antrim |
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Are heaven to me |
