| I wound around, down through Friday Town
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| Where the road winds like a serpent on the ground
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| I climbed the hill, free-wheeled past the gate
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| Of the graveyard of the Heroes of the State
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| Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
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| Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill
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| Cloonascragh, Carragh
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| Mossfort, Beaghmore
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| Round every turn the soul is passed
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| Into the next world from the last
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| From somewhere we’ll never be again
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| I see the street left behind by two young men
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| One returns, one’s never seen again
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| At the house, you can hear the minstrels sing
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| Melodies borne across the fields on fairy wings
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| Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
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| Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill
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| Cloonascragh, Carragh
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| Mossfort, Beaghmore
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| Round every turn the soul is passed
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| Into the next world from the last
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| From somewhere we’ll never be again
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| Cahernaheena and Cave Hill
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| Ballintleva and Bthar na Coill
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| Cloonascragh, Carragh
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| Mossfort, Beaghmore
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| I’m surrounded by the old
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| Stories left untold
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| Some things change
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| Some things will remain
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| Cahernaheena… |