In the shadow of Ben Bulben
off the road from Mullaghmore
in the parish yard of Drumcliffe
you will find me there for sure.
It is a fair spot where I lie
Here in my native loam.
This was my heart's desire
This was my mother's family home.
How beautiful is Sligo
that I nevermore will see.
I've now become a part of that
which was a part of me.
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