SLIEVENAMON

claddagh_ring Alone all alone, by the wave washed strand,
And alone in the crowded hall.
The hall it is gay, and the waves they are grand,
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day,
To the times and the joys that are gone.
For I never can forget, the sweet maiden I met
In the valley of Slievenamon.

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