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Hills of Knock Na Shee - Connie Foley
Dear friends we meet in love tonight
On Columba's tranquil shore
Three thousand miles from Erin's Isle
We never might see no more
How dear it is those lovely hills
No other place could be
Like my own dear native lord of land
Then they call it Knocknashee
While deeply pictured in my mind
Those scenes I've often seen
The space in central round Ballymote
And the hills around our king
The lakes and stranger around Temple-House
There view so fear to see
May the heavens be with you Carrowmore
And the hills of Knocknashee
'Tis often I have viewed your crops
While blooming in their prime
From Cruley Young to Clone Achoir
Along the mountain side
The River Moy so gently flows
From there unto the sea
May the heavens be with you Carrowmore
And the hills of Knocknashee
Farewell to evening dances
Where our lovers used to meet
When the fiddler said
Now boys and girls
Get up and shake your feet
Always there you'll find colleens fair
To fill your heart with glee
Sure I'd leave my life and take a wife
Of a girl from Knocknashee
