The hedgegrows are full of wild strawberries. Smashing
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The cold winds from the mountain are calling soft to me,
The smell of scented heather brings bitter memories.
A wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky,
Flies high o’er Shanagolden, where my young Willie lies.
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Love that song
Don Stiffe does a lovely version of this song.
The FIL used to always sing it.
‘Long long before your time’ was another of his. There would be the odd lad disappearing when he’d start it.
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