Time in Fair Éire by Jennifer Susannah Devore
Quilts of country, ombres green
Queen Ériu, her legend to bear
Goddess of Ireland, a people you wean
Your mystical history, the civilization of fair Éire
Dublin, dark waters; Dingle, deep harbours
Galway, fair strangers; Boyle, Moone men
Kiillarney, for Christmas; Sligo, for Summer
Castletownshend, Mary Anns Pub; Dalkey's Duck, where's our Bono, then?
A land of heart, a folk bleeding pride
Where a mankind began, where the wildest writers thrive
Whether your life be mad for craic, or deep in a despair you cannot abide
Dance feis, fairies and magick will contrive
Be your feathers ruffled, or hold you the grandest joys in-hand
Any soul can turn all the more merry, with the simplest of times in Fair Ireland
Sláinte, kittens!
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