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"I have travelled afar from my own native home
Away for the ocean across the white foam
But give me a home where the grass grows so green
On the old mossy slopes by the cliffs of Dooneen. How nice tis to walk on a fine summer day
And to view the sherees* that will never decay
When the seagrass and seaweed and old corrigeen
Grow rich on the rocks by the cliffs of DooneenThe sandhills of Beale are lovely and grand
The old castles ruins look out towards the strand
The rabbits in plenty to day can be seen
Making holes for their homes by the cliffs of Dooneen.My footsteps retreat to the boathouse of old
The dance at the Clash where love stories were told
Today you can see each young lad and colleen(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.