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[D]I have sought to discover a[G] haven of [D]rest
Where the sun sinks by[A] night in the land of the[D] West
I[D]
have dwelt with the red man in[G] green forest[D] bowers
O'er the[A] wild rolling prairie bespangled with[D] flowers
I
[D]have hived to the north, where the[G] hardy pine[D] grows
'Mid the wolf and the[A] bear, and the bleak winter[D] snows
I[D]
have roamed through all climates,
but[G] none could I [D]see Like the[A] green hills of Cork and my home by the[D] Lee
[D]Beautiful city, charming and[A] pretty Beautiful city, my home by the[D] Lee
I have slumbered in palm
groves by clear running streams
And the wild groves of Blarney come haunting my dreams
I have listened to bells on the
soft summer wind
But the sweet bells of Shandon were dear to my mind
I have mixed in gay dances my sorrows to hide
But there's none like the maiden that's now by my side
There is nought in the land of the slave or the free
Like
the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
The bold feudal castles look down on the Rhine
That flows
through the land of the olive and vine
There is freedom and health in the fresh mountain breeze
That careers round
the home of the brave Tyrolese
There is beauty and love in all spots of the earth
To the heart that can call it the
land of its birth
But of all the fair countries, the dearest to me
Are the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
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