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MOTHER NATURE CARVED A NICHE,

AND TOUCHED HER MAGIC WAND,

TO FORM THE BRAES THAT HIGHLIGHT

A BEACH OF ROCK AND SAND,

SHE GAZED UPON HER HANDIWORK

WHILE REPOSING ON THE SHORE

AND BLESSED THE LOVELY SPO FOR AYE

THEN NAMES IT BALINTORE.

 

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BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN FOUND IT

AND BUILDED THEREUPON

THROUGH WINTER GATES AND SUMMERS HEAT

THEY TOILED AND CARRIED ON

AGAINST GREAT ODDS, THE WINDS AND TIDES

THEIR LIVLIHOOD THE SEA

FOR EACH BLESSING AS RECEIVED

GAVE THANKS ON BENDED KNEE.

 

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YEARS PASSED THE OLD FOLKS LIE

IN PEACE UPON THE HILL,

WHICH OVERLOOKS THE ROCKBOUND COAST

THEIR VOICES ARE NOW STILL.

BUT WITHIN EACH DWELLING THERE

THEY LEFT THEIR ALL IN STORE

NO BETTER FOLKS IN ALL THE WORLD

THAN THOSE IN BALLINTORE.

 

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I KNOW THE ROAD THAT LED ME THERE,

WINDING MID’ST THE BRAES

A STRANGER FOUND A RENDEZVOUS

AND WELCOME AT MACRAES AND

AS I LISTENED TO THE WAVES

THAT BEAT UPON THE SHORE

THEY SEEMED TO SPEAK TO ME AND SAY

COME BACK TO BALINTORE.

 

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