From Derry to Kerry the leagues they are long
For a foot-weary rover to wend,
But I take the far track with a snatch of a song,
And a ready forgetting of aught that is wrong,
If Kerry ’s the goal at the end!
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]A KING IN KERRY
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen,
That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway’s Queen.
I roused and ranged about me three score of burnished spears,
And rode across the moorland, the north wind round my ears.