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I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in,
I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in,
No place else can charm the eye
Music there for Echo dwells,
With tip-toe step and beating heart,
As quick as thought I grasped the elf,
Oh say, would you find this same Blarney,
Like a magnet its influence such is,
There's not a mile in Ireland's Isle
No wonder that our Irish boys
The Wicklow hills are very high,
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,
And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.
Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more,
I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind
Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind.
And hang o'er thy soft harp as wildly it breathes;
nor dread that the cold hearted Saxon will tear
One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair.
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