| Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land
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| With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand
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| Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee
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| And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me
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| If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
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| Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
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| You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be
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| Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me
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| Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall
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| 'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
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| Sure I know ev’ry stone I recall every tree
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| Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me
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| I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore
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| And I’d knock with my heart at that wee cabin door
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| While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
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| And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me
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| If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
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| Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
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| You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be
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| Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me
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| Now, I’d be where the people are simple and kind
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| And there’s one there for me who’s been on my mind
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| And I’d pray that the world would in peace let me be
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| Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me
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| If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
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| Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
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| You’d imagine the picture of heaven it would be
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| Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me |