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My thoughts today, though I'm far away Dwell on Tyrconnel's shore The salt sea air and the colleens fair Of lovely green Gweedore There's a flower there, beyond compare That I'll treasure evermore That grand colleen, in her gown of green She's the Rose of Aranmore I've travelled far 'neath the northern star Since the day I said goodbye And seen many maids in the golden glades Beneath a tropic sky There's a vision in my reverie I always will adore That grand colleen, in her gown of green She's the Rose of Aranmore But soon I will return again To the scenes I loved so well Where many an Irish lad and lass Their tales of love do tell The silvery dunes and the blue lagoons Along the Rosses shore And that grand colleen, in her gown of green She's the Rose of Aranmore |