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ioo I WILL GO BACK
The long white road winds o'er the hill from
Fanad to Kilcar, And winds apast Gweebara Bay where the
deep sea-waters are— Where the long grey boats go out by night to
fish beyond the bar.
I'll lie by the beach the livelong day, where the
foreshore dips to the sea— When the sun is red on the golden gorse as once
it used to be ; And, O ! but it's many an olden thought will
come up in the heart of me.
For the friends of my youth shall gather around, the friends that I knew of old,
The olden songs will be sung to me and the old, old stories told