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County Down
Come by the hills to the
land where fancy is free,
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the
loughs meet the sea;
Where the rivers run clear, and the bracken is gold in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is
done.
Come by the
hills to the land where life is a song,
And stand while the birds fill the air with their joy
all day long;
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind
sings in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is
done.
Come by the hills to the land where legends remain,
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come
again;
Where the past has been lost, and the future has
still to be won,
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is
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