Some poets sing of a noble king
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All of a sweetheart fair
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Some tell a tale of ships that sail
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With treasures rich and rare
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But my humble pen still drifts again
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To scenes of long ago
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Across the sea to the Benedy
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And the winding river Roe
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Right well do I remember now
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Those happy childhood days
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And the times I had when just a lad
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On Carn's lovely braes
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And when my mind is thus inclined
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No other joys I know
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For my heart remains on the verdant plains
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Near the winding river Roe
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Benbradagh's crown o'er Dungiven town
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Is still within my view
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And the Benedy Glen I worshipped then
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Still lives in memory too
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The beautiful scene of Cashel Green
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Still haunts where ere I go
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And in all my dreams I see it seems
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The winding river Roe
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If fortune smiles on me a while
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I'll cross the sea again
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And all those years of toil and tears
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Will be forgotten then
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And when at last my life has passed
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Contentedly I'll go
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Across the sea to the Benedy
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And the winding river Roe
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The Winding River Roe
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| Cara Dillon |
