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I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea,
From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Donaghadea;
I miss the River Shannon and folks at Skibbereen.
The moorlands and the meadows with their forty shades o’ green.
— Johnny Cash (1961)
As the song says, I can’t stop thinking about Ireland — the glistening River Shannon scrolling out in front of our cozy vessel, the quiet villages, the glorious countryside, all set amidst those incredible 40 shades of green.
Taking command
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