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That used to glad the old brown pier. Some are gone upon their last homing. Some are left but they are old and gray, And we're waiting for the tide in the gloaming, To sail upon the Great Highway, To the land of rest unending, All peacefully from Bantry Bay. Explain lyrics. Correct lyrics.
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Jul 2, 2023 · Paddy Cummins. Contributor. @IrishCentral. Jul 02, 2023. The bay at Bantry: Bantry Harbour, in Cork. Getty. Hemmed in by high mountain ridges, an azure blue sea and cascading mountain streams...
- Paddy Cummins
Bantry Bay Song Lyrics. As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, It might have been but yesterday. That we watched the fisher's sails all homing, Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay. Then the fisher girls with baskets swinging, Came running down the old stone way. Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing, Ah welcome back to Bantry Bay.
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Bantry Bay. As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, It might have been but yesterday. That we watched the fisher's sails all homing, Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay. Then the fisher girls with baskets swinging, Came running down the old stone way. Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing, Ah welcome back to Bantry Bay. 2.
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. Bantry Bay Lyrics. As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, It might have been but yesterday. That we watched the fisher sails all homing. Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay. Then the fisher girls with baskets a swinging, Came running down the old stone way. Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing. A welcome to Bantry Bay.