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   clear, flows froim its mountain home.
   And, on its banks we Irish, here are free, and fearless, roam.
   And beautiful at evening still as I mark yon sunset's glow.
   Far beyond yon hills - those far-off hills - the hills of Sweet Bunnoe.
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   Though, commerce there rears no cities proud, though wealth has there no shrine,
   Though Fashion draws no servile crowd, a prouder boast is thine;
   Thy sons are fearless, staunch and brave, thy daughters pure as snow,
   For Honour, Truth and Beauty hold, I love you, Sweet Bunnoe.
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   Oh! yes I love you Motherland, and every son of thine;
   One thought of thee, 'tis something grand though in a foreign clime;
   For I was born beneath yon hill, where the Annalee does flow,
   And thus my heart with rapture thrills to hail you Sweet Bunnoe.
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   At last the sun has disappeared, and

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   History Edit

   Collector

   Mary Ellen Connolly

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Bernard Higgins

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Drung, Co. Cavan

   Informant

   Philip B. Fay

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Bunnoe, Co. Cavan