Slainthe! (Patrick MacGill Poems)
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, What says the Clock in the ...
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake ...
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits ...
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