Comments - Dream of the lost sailor - REAL CONSERVATIVES2024-03-29T14:25:30Zhttp://tpartyus2010.ning.com/profiles/comment/feed?attachedTo=3180617%3ABlogPost%3A270694&xn_auth=no.tag:tpartyus2010.ning.com,2021-02-23:3180617:Comment:3711452021-02-23T12:31:45.085ZRaya @ REAL CONSERVATIVEShttp://tpartyus2010.ning.com/profile/RAYA
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Oh the palm trees wave…tag:tpartyus2010.ning.com,2020-06-10:3180617:Comment:2706102020-06-10T11:40:15.238ZRaya @ REAL CONSERVATIVEShttp://tpartyus2010.ning.com/profile/RAYA
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore</strong> <br></br><strong>Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more</strong> <br></br><strong>Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?</strong> <br></br><strong>And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee…</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore</strong> <br/><strong>Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more</strong> <br/><strong>Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?</strong> <br/><strong>And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee</strong> <br/><br/><strong>The noble and the brave have departed from your shore</strong> <br/><strong>They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war where the mighty cannons roar</strong> <br/><strong>Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free</strong><br/><strong>And hear the small birds singing Around you sweet Tralee</strong><br/><br/><strong>Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand</strong> <br/><strong>Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand</strong><br/><strong>As i stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be</strong><br/><strong>Will I ever more return again To see you sweet Tralee</strong><br/><br/><strong>No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn</strong> <br/><strong>Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn</strong> <br/><strong>There´s a end for every woe and a cure for every pain</strong> <br/><strong>But the laughing eye's of my darling girl I never will see again</strong><br/><br/><strong>Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore</strong> <br/><strong>Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more</strong> <br/><strong>Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?</strong> <br/><strong>And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee</strong> <br/><br/><strong>And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee</strong></p>
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