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A cock crows, a daffodil grows,
Another dew glazed morn;
A church bell rings, a blackbird sings,
A Carlow emigrant is born.

With footsteps of a child, I leave my home behind,
Nastled in Mount Leinster standing…

My Dear Native Land Far Away, P. Curran.MP3
By the setting of the sun as my daily work was done and I wandered my way down the shore
As I went on alone I sat down upon a stone for to gaze on the work of the Lord.

I have travelled all around through city, state and town but no landscape can…
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