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Gortnamona

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Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it was my heart that was ringing, ringing, ringing,
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me

Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying,
And I knew my love was dying far across the sea.

Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona,
You hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it is the tears I am weeping, weeping, weeping,
For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.

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Eamonn Murdock 31 May 2020

Or maybe Philip Green: Percy French (1854-1920) wrote the Lyrics but they were set to music by composer Philip Green sometime in the 1950s

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Eamonn Murdock 31 May 2020

Set to music by Brendan O'Dowda. Link: https: //.youtube/watch? v=I-ttbUWbBdE

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