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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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