Road To Drumleman. (Willie Mitchell.)

Oh the springtime returns to the Laggan again
And the lark sweetly sings o’er the green fertile plain
So I’ll tak the road that is dearest to me,
The road to Drumleman that winds tae the sea.

For I’ve made many friends there on every green mile
And the folks always greet me with a wave and a smile
If I spend all my days here, it’s happy I’ll be,
On the road to Drumleman that winds tae the sea.

For we sat roon the fireside when the winter winds blew
And we laughed and we sang till the night was well through
Then we’d have a good dram and a wee cup o’ tea
For the road to Drumleman that winds tae the sea.

And the long summer days when we tramped the hills o’er
To spend hours at the Eenans or Creggin’s wild shore
And the soft summer twilight made shadows to flee
On the road to Drumleman that winds tae the sea.

Oh these days passing swiftly bring changes I know
And as time passes on from this place we must go
But I’ll always remember while the heart beats in me,
The road to Drumleman that winds tae the sea.

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