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   To think of parting you,
   Farewell to all ye comrade girls,
   Benignant fond and fair ,
   For tis often time I roamed with you, Around the Hills of Clare.
   2)I now must leave my native land,
   My parents fond and true,
   My sister dear with weeping heart
   I bid fare well to you
   My brothers three though far away
   Are still my only care
   But the day will come when four like one
   W'ill roam the Hills of Clare.
   3)I now must leave my native land
   The land that gave me birth,
   Where often time i whiled away
   Some hours of joy and mirth
   Around those true and trusty friends ,
   With whom none can compare ,
   Like-wise those ever smiling maids
   That decked the Hills of Clare.
   So cheer up your hearts ,my comrade boys ,
   We yet shall see the day
   When you and I our tears will dry
   Once more we will be gay
   May the heavens ,keep you safe till then ,

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Máire Ní Dhomhnalláin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Kiltumper, Co. Clare

   Informant

   Bean Uí Dhomhnalláin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Kiltumper, Co. Clare