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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 91 |
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To Cork's own cove though one may rove,
They will not find, mo croidhe /
A rarer bay, a fairer bay,
A sweeter bay nor thee !
For the Kaiser's rod and his realms so broad
I wouldn't swap, not I,
My Inver Bay on a harvest day,
And the sun goin' down the sky. |
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