Strabane

Strabane is a town in the north west of County Tyrone in Northern Ireland, on the border with County Donegal.

The National Trust owns the house in which John Dunlap[?] learnt the printing trade. He went on to print the United States Declaration of Independence.

Nearby, at Dergalt, is the ancestral home of Woodrow Wilson, 28th President of the United States.

The core of the local grammar school (Strabane Grammar School (http://strabanegs.co.uk)) is based in the house of the poet and hymnwright Cecil Francis Alexander[?], who wrote such hymns as All Things Bright and Beautiful.

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