It has salmoned rivers, a trouted lake
The sea lap's its back door
For beauty and for splendour
How could one ask for more.
The BURREN 'cross it's fabled bay
Where scented flowers abound
The islands off it's western shore
Can a welcome there be found.
It's mountains which are numbered twelve
Their eerie charm doth seep
Into the very hearts of men
A memory there to keep
It has Corrib's banks, Collegiat spire
A green cathedral dome
They call it City of the Tribes
I simply call it home.
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