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Mourne Magic<br>
by Jim Gillespy, June 2001<br>
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There is a place called the magic hill<br>
Where things roll uphill against natures will<br>
Where the beauty of the Mourne's can give peace<br>
No matter when you view its green peaks<br>
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Chorus:<br>
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The Mourne's magic is a message, hear it well<br>
Like the crisp, clear call of a clarion bell<br>
There's enough magic in these troubled hills<br>
To turn enemies uphill, against natures will<br>
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Since it is here that gravities pull is defied<br>
Then how can those blades be beating with Pride<br>
Against what is surely God's true desire<br>
For those given the Irish home and it's fire<br>
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But the magic is missing when flying soldiers are spying<br>
While the best of both sides still must risk dying<br>
And South Armagh's people keep praying<br>
For a peace in their land that is staying<br>
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In a place that is so special that things go uphill<br>
Let's use the magic in those misty hills<br>
And a just path to the future will surely come round<br>
Though it seems now that it will never be found.<br>
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