FORTY SHADES OF GREEN

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I close my eyes in pictures, 
The emerald of the sea.
From the fishing boats at Dingle 
To the shores of Dona'dee.
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibereen
The moorlands and the meadows
And 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 eiderdown.
Again I want to see and do
The things I've done and seen
Where the breeze as sweet as shalimar
And their forty shades of green.
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I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's churning surf.
I'd love to watch the farmers
Drain the bog and spade the turf.
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women glean.
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The 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 eiderdown.
Again I want to see and do
The things I've done and seen
Where the breeze as sweet as shalimar
And there's forty shades of green.

(Johnny Cash)