| For too long time I’ve been a stranger here
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| To the hills above Glenshane
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| And your rocks and your rain
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| Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
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| In the wind they sing «Come away, come away»
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| To the murmuring stream with the town below
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| And the babbling swell of winding Roe
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| And you still might hear the great O’Cahan Clan
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| «Come away», they say «to the Benedy Glen»
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| Where the Hound of the Plain has walked this land
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| And the loneliest mile, with a sword in his hand
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| And his blood runs still, in every stream and glen
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| And his home can be seen from the Hill Of The Thieves
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| For too long time I’ve been a stranger here
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| To the hills above Glenshane
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| And you rocks and your rain
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| Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
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| In the wind they sing «Come away, come away» |