• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    The May in Ireland

    We love May’s visit yearly,
    Not for its charm alone:
    We treasure it more dearly
    Because ‘tis Mary’s own.


    In the night or in the daytime
    A match you’ll never find
    For Ireland in the Maytime,
    Serene and green and kind.


    The lark, the poet laureate
    Of the sky, sings merrily;
    The thrush, the green-wood poet
    Pipes from the greenwood tree.


    “Hail, Mary!” is Ireland’s motto.
    ‘Tis Maytime’s grand design
    To make each glen a grotto,
    Each flowery slope a shrine.


    A choir each woodland shady,
    A harpist every breeze,
    For the Immaculate Lady –
    Creation’s Masterpiece.


    Oh Mary! bless our sireland
    Receive the prayers that start
    From the firesides of Ireland,
    And every Irish heart.


    Won 5/-
    Dated 1956


    27 JAN 55