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Over here in England I'm helpin' wi' the hay, / An' I wisht I was in Ireland the livelong day; / Weary on the English hay, an' sorra take the wheat! / "Och! Corrymeela an' the blue sky over it."
There' a deep dumb river flowin' by beyont the heavy trees, / This livin' air is moithered wi' the bummin' o' the bees; / I wisht I'd hear the Claddagh burn go runnin' through the heat / "Past Corrymeela, wi' the blue sky over it."