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Munster air.
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On toward The Glen one Winter morn to Ballylanders Town drove I.
There the white clad hulks of the Galtee hills seemed in files to pass on by.
No sound was heard bar the car’s rattle and hum.
To disturb the Munster air.
There soft cloud it did flow down slopes covered in snow,
In the chill of that Munster air.
To see such a sight gave my heart a lift,
In the sunlit Munster air.
Oh, had She been there by my side I’d not alone have nearly cried,
For we made so many trips down that Old Cork Road,
On our journey through the Munster air.
Now at length I parked up on a broad main street,
As the peel of the Noon did roll,
And I could not but think there by myself,
As for whom that bell did toll?
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