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THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF SLIGO |
 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF SLIGO
We may tramp the earth for all that we're worth,
But what odds where you and I go?
We shall never meet a spot so sweet
As the beautiful City of Sligo.
But what odds where you and I go?
We shall never meet a spot so sweet
As the beautiful City of Sligo.
Oh, sure she's a Queen in purple and green,
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
Though bustle and noise are some folks' joys,
Your London just gives me ver-ti-go;
You can hear yourself talk when out you walk
Thro' the beautiful City of Sligo.
Your London just gives me ver-ti-go;
You can hear yourself talk when out you walk
Thro' the beautiful City of Sligo.
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Oh, sure she's a Queen in purple and green,
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
As an artist in stones a genius was Jones,
Whom so queerly they christened In-i-go,
But he hadn't the skill to carve a Grass Hill
For the beautiful City of Sligo.
Whom so queerly they christened In-i-go,
But he hadn't the skill to carve a Grass Hill
For the beautiful City of Sligo.
Oh, sure she's a Queen in purple and green,
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo.
Then for powder and puff and cosmetical stuff,
Dear girls, to Dame Fashion, ah! why go?
When Dame Nature supplies for tresses and eyes
Such superior dyes down in Sligo.
Dear girls, to Dame Fashion, ah! why go?
When Dame Nature supplies for tresses and eyes
Such superior dyes down in Sligo.
Oh, sure she's a Queen in purple and green,
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo
As she shimmers and glimmers her gardens between;
And away to Lough Lene the like isn't seen
Of her river a-quiver with shadow and sheen,
The beautiful City of Sligo
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