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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.
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