To all this Naples a wounderful site With people here workin' by day and by night. But I'd far rather be, where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
Where Lagan stream sings Lullaby There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, the night is on her hair. and sings in sad, sweet undertone The song of heart's desire.
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With people here workin' by day and by night.
But I'd far rather be, where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.