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Dear old Bushmills

Northern Constitution, Coleraine Songs of the People 375 edited by Willie Devine

DEAR OLD BUSHMILLS
Air: Green Bushes.

There's a dear little spot far away o'er the sea,
And bright in my memory fore'er it will be;
Like a baby when sleeping, all smiling serene,
And of all Erin's beauties I call her my queen.

On the banks of Bush water all smiling she stands;
Although you may wander in far distant lands,
You will all join with me, boys, and stick to the truth,
In praising that town on the banks of the Bush.

The fame of the Causeway is known far and near,
While Carrick-a-rede to the tourist is dear,
And the lakes of Killarney and Wicklow's high hills,
But to me they seem common compared with Bushmills.

Though never again may I see her sweet face,
In my bosom I'll keep her the cosiest place;
And when I am weary with cares or with ills,
I will banish them all with a drop of Bushmills.