From your own native home
Faraway oer the mountains
Faraway oer the foam
But of all the fine places,
That I’ve ever been,
Oh there’s none to compare with
The Cliffs of Dooneen
Take a view oer the water,
fine sights you’ll see there,
You’ll see the high rocky slopes on the west coast of Clare
And the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen.
[What a fucking tune!]
Fuck that county of Clare. They have some amount of music in it.
From the high rocky slopes of,
The cliffs of dooneen
Tis a fine place to be,
On a warm summers day…
Watching all the fine flowers
That ne’er do decay
watching all the wild flowers that ne’er do decay
the hare and lofty pheasant are plain to be seen
making homes for their young round the cliffs of Dooneen
[tis the kinda song that would make you want to head off to a pub on the west coast and drink pints of porter for the day]
Chewy clearly pining for the native sod on this Bank Holiday weekend. Hard to bate quality new spuds this time of the year. 
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Who knew
:rolleyes:
Speechless?
And a hurling weekend