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Have you ever seen the lofty cliffs
That roll on down to the ocean?
Have you ever stood in the summer winds
That blow so briny wholesome?
Have you ever seen the virgin rocks
As they brawl with the devil's daughter?
Have you heard of the hailed and rugged men
Who've been lost in the ragin' waters?
Let the meadows green warm your heart,
Let the songs of old take your hand;
Through those misty shores where you won't know,
If you're in St. Mary's or old Ireland.
Have you ever heard of an Irish band
That would sing for e'er just to please you?
Have you ever danced in a parish hall
With the cares of the day behind you?
Have you ever seen a Sunday morn'
Where the church bell rings in the valley?
You would walk the shores forever more,
In your old St. Mary's memory.
