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- I know a Green Vale by the sea breezes fair
By the home of my youth in Erin's Fair Lair
Where storied Slievemish and Cahirconree,
Like sentinels guard the Sweet Vale of Tralee.O fond are the mem'ries of that distant shore
I treasure and keep in my heart's inmost core,
Some spirit still whispers - Again you will see
The hills of your youth in the Vale of Tralee.Those tall hills are kissed by the white-crested foam
Of the waves that encircle my own native home
The grave of Queen Scota lies close by the sea
In wild Glenscoheen by the Vale of Tralee.Glorious Scota, daughter of Pharas of old,
Queen to Milesius, the valiant and bold,
Led on the Milesians to sweet victory,
On that steep mountain pass by the Vale of Tralee.How oft in my youth have I stood on that pass(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.