Sorry I clicked some clickey thing pre-maturely the last time!
A few verses for you Kevin: (from memory)
ROSE OF ARRANMORE
My thoughts to-day though I'm far away dwell on Tir Connell's shore
The silvery dunes and the blue lagoons round lovely sweet Gweedore
There's a pleasure there beyond compare I always will adore
That grand colleen in her gown of Green she's the Rose of Arranmore
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And soon I will return again to the fields I love so well
Where many an Irish lad and lass her tales of love would tell
There's a vision in my memory I always will adore
That grand colleen in her gown of green she's the Rose of Arranmore