School: Ballinard (B.), Cnoc Luinge

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1. Lough Gur (continued)

   

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   Now Garrett's ride by Lough Gur's side is legend far and near
   And Garrett's name and mystic fame is heard with awe and fear
   For whosoever will cross his way must cross the great divide
   Unless perchance he's feeling gay, he'll then take you astride
   He'll show you o'er his golden store strewn on the castle halls
   Grand diamonds of the richest are hung on the cold damp walls
   Some of these riches will be yours, if you can tack the shoe
   Of shining silver to his steed, the nails not to come through
   But if the nail goes through quick your race is surely run
   The thatcher Houlihan did the trick a bright reward well won
   Nay at the bawn at peep of dawn with grief poor Den perceives
   Low and behold, his purse of gold was naught but ivy leaves
   A charming were those happy days
   Ah, blissful evening tide

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