Lyrics:
the heart of the Sperrin mountains It isn't golden nuggets Nor even golden dust It's not some oul prospector lad With his dungarees rolled up It's 20 000
at Sperrins' dainty feet I was born and reared in Pomeroy But I've never been to Meath I know of folks from Nobber Who go wading in the Dee And the mighty Hill
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