| (Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
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| Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
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| Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
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| Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
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| Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song
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| Stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
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| Where the trees sway in time, even the wind sings in tune;
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| Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
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| Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains
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| The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again
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| Where the past has been lost, the future is still to be won;
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| Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
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| Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
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| Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
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| Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
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| Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done |