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As I went over the Far Hill,
   Just beyond Rathkelly,
  —Och, to be on the Far Hill
   O’er Newtonstewart Town!
As I went over the Far Hill
   With Marget’s daughter Nellie,
The night was up and the moon was out,
   And a star was falling down.

As I went over the Far Hill,
   Just beyond Rathkelly,
  —Och, to be on the Far Hill
   Above the Bridge o’ Moyle!
As I went over the Far Hill,
   With Marget’s daughter Nellie,
I made a wish before the star
   Had fallen in the Foyle.

As I went over the Far Hill,
   Just beyond Rathkelly,
  —Och, to be on the Far Hill
   With the hopes that I had then!
As I went over the Far Hill,
   I wished for little Nellie,
And if a star were falling now
   I’d wish for her again.