Thanks to Conan Drumm
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strandAll alone in a crowded hall.
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day,
To the time and the joys that are gone.
And I never can forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.
posted by Moggy @ 6:28 AM
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