'There sings a bonnie linnet
Up the heather glen;
The voice has magic in it
Too sweet for mortal men!
Sing O, the blooming heather,
O, the heather glen!
Where fairest fairies gather
To lure in mortal men.'
Carrig-a-fooka Inn, near Knockma,
On the shores of Lough Corrib.
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