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Published on Jan 14, 2008
A very beautiful traditional song from County Antrim. Recorded a few years ago . My thanks to Chris Lofty for the beautiful scenic photographs
THE BLUE HILLS OF ANTRIM The blue hills of Antrim I see in my dreams, The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams; In sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe, The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
Sleeve Trostan's in shadow, and Glenan in tears Looks sorrowing up at her Love thro' the years: That sad look at Trostan I cannot forget; My heart pines in darkness, my lashes are wet.
Red dawn is at breaking, and Sleeve-meesh is glad In smiles to the green fields and fallows of Braud; Craigbilly is waking from night's dewy sleep, And Kella's young streams with my new pulses leap.