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40 Shades of Green - Mac's Irish Players
I close my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of Donaghadee
I miss the river Shannon
And the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the meddle
With their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl
In Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips
As soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do
The things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is
Sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green
I wish that I could
Spend an hour
At Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers
Drain the bogs and
Spade the turf
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women glean
To walk from Cork to
Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl
In Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips
As soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do
The things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is
Sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green
Where the breeze is
Sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green
