As I went up to Dunamore along the river way(x-posted from the essential kit)
I heard the blackbirds fluting low
Among the osiers gray.
And they were tuning for themselves
In sweetly stumbling rhyme
Half-minded chords learned long ago
From harps of olden time.
As I Went Up to Dunamore
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