With her in your garden your heart will melt
as she comes with pride from the land of the Celt
and makes you dream of mountains and song
with waterfalls singing as you amble along
she may shed a tear for hillside and vale
where everyone's welcome to wander the trail
and bids you all back to her home that's a dream
to walk through the land, where she is the Queen
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