PEACEFUL ABBEYDORNEY

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There is a village in Kerry ,not far from sweet Tralee,

'Twas there that I was born, the spot most dear to me,

"Twas there I spent my youthful days, those happy days to me,

In dear old Abbeydorney, that lies near sweet Tralee.

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On Sundays I would roam about through the plains of Ballysheen,

Hunting for the hare that strayed from distant preserved Creveen,

How it used delight my heart and fills me now with glee!

In dear old Abbeydorney, that lies near sweet Tralee.

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By Banna's banks I often whiled those happy hours away,

Dancing with the colleens, who made my heart feel gay,

The strand was filled with fair ones, as fair as eye could see,

Who came from Abbeydorney, that lies near sweet Tralee.

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Many the pleasant dance I had on the hills of Laccamore,

When I think of the merry times I had, sure it makes my heart feel sore;

For a ball or dance or wedding was never held without me,

In peaceful Abbeydorney, that lies near sweet Tralee.

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By Aulane's green fields and Shannow's steep banks, where the trout swims to and fro,

Around the bogs of Derrevrin and through sweet Boher Nua;

Although sweet memorie I now can trace, I hope again to see,

My dear old Abbeydorney, that lies near sweet Tralee.