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 CROCKNAHARNA

the heights of Crocknaharna,

(Oh, the lure of Crocknaharna)

On a morning fair and early

Of a dear remembered May,

There I heard a colleen singing

In the brown rocks and the grey.

She, the pearl of Crocknaharna,

Crocknaharna, Crocknaharna,

Wild with girls is Crocknaharna

Twenty hundred miles away.

On the heights of Crocknaharna,

(Oh, thy sorrow Crocknaharna)

On an evening dim and misty

Of a cold November day, 173