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Behror
Behror is a town and a municipality in Alwar district in the state of Rajasthan, India. It is popularly known as Ahirwal region. Behror is also a part of the National Capital Region.
Geography
Behror is located at 27°53′N 76°17′E / 27.88°N 76.28°E / 27.88; 76.28. It has an average elevation of 312 metres (1,024 ft). Behror is midway between Jaipur and Delhi, at a distance of 130 km from the State Capital and 120 km from the National Capital and connected to both by NH-8, which is part of the Golden Quadrilateral project of NHAI. Recently NH-8 had undergone a major development and now it has 6 lane road from Jaipur to Delhi for better connectivity between the two metropolitans. Behror has also direct connectivity to the District capital, Alwar which is 60 km apart. Behror tehsil total population is 359,248 and Behror Town total population is 29,531 as per 2011 census.
Sahibi River flows through Behror but now the river has almost dried up due to blocking of its drain area by construction of settlements from local people.
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Spancil Hill
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will
'Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came, their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny, I love you still"
As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny, you're only jokin', as many's the time before
Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
