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The New Harris Road

There is a road that girds the shore
That runs along the Great Bras d’Or
A road that’s rich in storied lore
The beautiful Sliss a Brochan

A mountain rises on its right,
At left the lake doth sparkle bright,
Its winding way is a delight
The lovely Sliss a Brochan

A mountain brook, a waterfall
That tumbles down with noisy brawl,
These are the scenes the heart enthral
On charming Sliss a Brochan

Though few may know thy glades and hills
And all the charms this vision fills
The loveliness, one bosom thrills
My lonely Sliss a Brochan.
No doubt when you were driving up the New Harris road someone in the car said, I would not want to meet another car on this section. This narrow spot in the road that falls away quickly to the water is called the Sliss.

New Harris

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