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Of the days of my youth, that I spent in Dundalk All the sweet memories come back to me still I can scarce hold the tears that my eyes want to fill Just to stroll in the Square, on a bright sunny day And to walk out to Faughart on a morning in May How I wish I was there with my friends, just to talk In the dear little town, the dear Town Of Dundalk To the Wee House in Anne Street I often would track And to Martin the barber for a shave and a chat The Adelphi was jumpin', I remember such joys Dancin' and singin' all the girls and the boys I've family still there, that I'll never know For I'm weary of travellin', if I could I would go I've lived many places from Cork to New York But I was never as happy as I was in Dundalk Where are the friends from the days long ago Like the waters of Fane on life's journey they go I wonder of me, do they ever talk As they live there in peace in the town of Dundalk But alas I've grown old, and it's only a dream To return to my childhood in Dealgan serene My spirit I hope will pass over Blackrock And my body God willin' will rest in Dundalk Written by George Elliot and Michael Byron. |
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