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letra de the fisher's cot - george hanna & sarah anne o'neill

my thoughts in fancy take their flight
to days when but a boy
when carelessly i wandered
through my beloved mountjoy
i have seen great lands and mansions
and cities fair and gay
but no finer spot than a fisher’s cot
on the banks of sweet lough neagh

god bless you derryloughan
king’s island and clonoe
likewise sweet k!llacolpy
cluntoe and old ardboe
it was god that planned that enchanted strand
from toome to washing bay
but he ne’er forgot that fisher’s cot
on the banks of sweet lough neagh

now i was told that there was gold
and wealth in foreign parts
but millionaires can have their cares
and find have broken hearts
but a heart so light or a smile so bright
you won’t find far away
as what you’ve got in a fisher’s cot
on the banks of sweet lough neagh
i have met some friends
now of my youth
who too were forced to roam
with tear-filled eyes they recognise
that there’s no place like home
and if god would grant one wish they want
and for that wish they pray
is a peaceful bed to lay their head
on the banks of sweet lough neagh

where is that pretty colleen now
with whom i went to school?
perhaps she took a woman’s vows
and filled a golden rule
but i’m alone and far from home
no children fine or gay
sad is my lot from a fisher’s cot
on the banks of sweet lough neagh

and now dear friends, my muses is end
i am coming home once more
in some shady nook, to bait my hook
along the emerald shore
my net to trawl, my lines to haul
and my boat to bring to bay
never more to roam from my cherished home
on the banks of sweet lough neagh

- george hanna sarah anne oneill

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