Forty shades....

To see again the thatching of the straw the women glean,
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green.

I'm not sure about your lyrics to Innisfree, the 2nd verse I know goes...

I wander o'er green hills thro' dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know,
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home, and tenderly behold,
The folks I love around the turf fire gathered
On bended knees their rosary is told.
But dreams don't last tho' dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality,
But tho' they paved the footways here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree.

... hope this helps because it's not in the database or in the Irish lyrics site.
Alison

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