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I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea,

From the fishing boats at Dingle,

To the shores of Donagha -dea;

I miss the River Shannon,

And the folks at Skibbereen,

The moorlands and the meadows

With their forty shades of green.

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But most of all I miss a girl in

Tipperary town.

And most of all I miss her lips,

As soft as eider-down;

Again I want to see and do

The things we've done and seen,

With the breeze as sweet as shalamar,

And there's forty shades of green.

I wish that I could spend an hour

At Dublin's churning surf,

I'd love to watch the farmers drain

The bogs and spade the turf;

To see again the thatches

Of the straw the women glean;

I'd walk from Cork to Laren to see

The forty shades of green.

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