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In seventeen hundred and forty-four.

In seventeen hundred and forty-four. When this was posted on Facebook many described it as a poem. It is in fact an old hunting song but sadly I have no singing voice and besides I don't think the air exists anyway. It describes a hunt around the south side of Dublin City. All the places mentioned are real but today are covered in with concrete and are some of the most expensive addresses in Ireland. Much of the footage was taken with the Wicklow Hunt in Winter 2018.

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