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Through a lonely Allen bog, I heard the lark above From Ballinure to Knockavardagh call, And the thrush and blackbird's trill, Ballintogher and Springhill, It's so lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule, Alone Slievenamon rules over all, That Mull'nahone in song did recall, It's nice in Drangan and Cloneen, St. Johnstown and Farnaleen, But it's lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule On a lonely Dunguib road, I heard a banjo play, The melody sent magic through my soul, And I heard a love song rare, Fill the rich Rathmoley air, It's so lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule, Alone Slievenamon rules over all, Who's valleys Ballingarry enthral, It's nice in Fethard and Moyglass, And Coolmore of green blue grass, But it's lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule On Ballynonty's slopes, I heard the pheasant call, In Lanespark, the hare bounds best of all, And through Cooldine's lonely gorse, Ran the foxhound, and the horse, It's so lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule, Alone Slievenamon rules over all, From Killusty down to Derrynaflan, It's nice in Grange and Gortnahoe, And Glengoole and Ballysloe, But it's lovely 'round the hills of Killenaule |