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I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
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It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
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I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
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It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
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Then tell me please:
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How are things in Glocca Morra?
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Is that little brook still leaping there?
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Does it still run down to Donny cove?
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Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
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How are things in Glocca Mora?
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Is that willow tree still weeping there?
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Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
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Come smilin' by and does she walk away,
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Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
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So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
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And each lass that comes a-sighin" Too ra lay
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How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
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How Are Things In Glocca Morra
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| Dick Haymes |
