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At an Irish club in London
In that far off distant land
A Bretonney lass was dancing
To a well known Irish band
The music left her lonesome
Her tender heart stood still
When her thoughts went back to Kingscourt
And dear old Barley Hill
She left her home so young to roam
When she was just a child
Where she played around its lovely hill
With the rich fruit growing wild
The apple trees all laden down
Can haunt her memory still
Her heart felt so right at home
Once more 'round Barley Hill
She had everything a girl would need
A partner loyal and true
A ring upon her finger
Brought tears like the morning dew
She'd leave it all if she hears the call
Come home to Maghercloon
She loves it still, old Barley Hill
With the damson trees in bloom
At an Irish club in London
In that far off distant land
A Bretonney lass was dancing
To a well known Irish band
The music left her lonesome
Her tender heart stood still
When her thoughts went back to Kingscourt
And dear old Barley Hill
Those words she said, I will not wed
For I wouldn't feel content
As money cannot bring the joy
Where my childhood days were spent
As she wiped a tear, in another year
She'd return with God's good will
To rest at ease beneath those trees
That bloomed 'round Barley Hill
At an Irish club in London
In that far off distant land
A Bretonney lass was dancing
To a well known Irish band
The music left her lonesome
Her tender heart stood still
When her thoughts went back to Kingscourt
And dear old Barley Hill
Yes, her thoughts went back to Kingscourt
And dear old Barley Hill