.I wound around, down through Friday Town,
Where the road winds like a serpent on the ground,
I climbed the hill, free-wheeled past the gate,
Of the graveyard of the Heroes of the State.
Cahernaheena and Cave Hill,
Ballintleva and BÑthar na Coill,
Cloonascragh, Carr.
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