Johnny Cash
From The Fishing Boats At Dingle To The Shores Of Dun-a-dee
I Miss The River Shannon And The Folks At Skip-a-ree
And Most Of All I Miss Her Lips As Soft As Eider Down
Where The Breeze Is Sweet As Shalimar 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 Thatching Of The Straw The Women Glean
I'd Walk From Cork To Lairn To See The Forty Shades Of Green
But Most Of All I Miss A Girl In Tipperary Town
And Most Of All I Miss Her Lips As Soft As Eider Down
Where The Breeze Is Sweet As Shalimar And There's Forty Shades Of Green
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