By Killarney's lakes and hills, Emerald Isles and winding bays, The mountain pass and woodland hills, Memory of a fallen slave. His birthplace is the land of the Bounteous Nature, Love so long, beauty wanders everywhere. Footprints of leaves on many strands, Butter them in love.
He's only there. Angels follow their wings and rest. Him and Eden all go west.
Beauty's home till the end. In a solemn ruined shrine May suggest a passing sigh Stacking high the mansions and their deep lines, The Scots wonder floating by. Hath a lot and glen of vale, Mountains tall, galleys of mail, Still at the moon's cross, you must pray, Though the moon's hard now at rest.
Angels wonder, now that man Above the mountains there would reign for a long lifetime Beautiful Killarney Heaven, Hell, Killarney of love and me.
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