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[C]My thoughts today,[C7] though I'm[F] far away,
Dwell[C] on Tyrconnell's[G7] shore,
The[C] salt sea air[C7]
and the[F] colleens fair,
Of[C] lovely[G7] green Gwee[C]dore.
There's a[F] flower there, bey[C]ond compare,
That
I'll[F] treasure[C] ever[G7]more,
That[C] grand colleen,[C7] in her[F] gown of green,
She's the[C] Rose of[G7] Aran[C]more.
I've travelled far 'neath the northern star,
Since the day I said goodbye,
And seen many maids in the golden
glades
Beneath a tropic sky,
There's a vision in my reverie,
I always will adore,
That grand colleen in her
gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.
But soon I will return again
To the scenes I loved so well,
Where many an Irish lad and lass
Their tales
of love do tell;
The silvery dunes and blue lagoons,
Along the Rosses' shore
And that grand colleen in her gown
of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.
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