TUAIM

TUAIM

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I dreamed a dream of my mother.

My mother of ancient day.

Standing on a shore,

of a deep green wooded bay.

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She stood with arms wide open,

hailing her son from far away.

I flew to the arms of my mother.

We embraced in the ancient way.

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Carry my dream to Galway.

Carry my dream to Galway Bay.

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I’d love to ride a tall ship,

on the river Tuiam.

There stands castle Dundrik,

my ancestral dune.

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There stand the men of Tuaim.

Each one strong and fast.

They stand against the bitter wind,

that bends the mighty mast.

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Carry my dream to Galway.

Carry my dream to Galway bay.

Carry my dream to Galway.

Carry my dream.

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Carry my dream to Galway.

Carry my dream to Galway Bay.