THE HILLS OF ARDMORN Oh, that I could hear the birds again In the fields of Ardmorn Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe And the mist silent all around. Oh that I could see the bracken red In the hills of Ardmorn And the moss-green in between And the rain falling softly down. Oh that I could scent the breeze again In the fields newly turned And the storm clouds high above And the gulls circling all around.
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