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How Are Things in Glocca Morra?

Roberta Gambarini
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I hear a bird, a Londonderry bird It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze, a River Shannon breeze It well may be it's followed me across the seas Then tell me please, how are things in Glocca Morra? Is that little brook still leaping there? Does it still run down to Killybegs Through Donny cove, Kilkerry and Kildare? How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that laddy with the twinkling eye come whistling by? And does he go away sad and dreamy there, not to see me there? So I ask each weeping willow and each brook along the way, and each Lad that comes a-whistling to Raleigh, "How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?" I hear a breeze, a River Shannon breeze It well may be it's followed me across the seas