The grand old Blackwater sweeps down by its bosom, Passing silent & swiftly through green Castlehyde, Then on ................................... Where peaceful & ....,stands the town by its side. But only in dreams do I hear the............ ............................................. Ringing mellow & clear, at the Angelus hour, O'er the mountains & woodlands of dear old Fermoy Sorry,I havent been able to find the words anywhere, but bits of the second verse have come back to me. Eddie
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