Clasped in the hills’ embrace, this vale reclines –
Like a sweet child within its mother’s arms;
Blows the cool wind, and the warm sunlight shines
On cosy cottages and peaceful farms.
This is my home. It is a day of June,
I am reclining in my favourite spot;
So near a river that I hear its croon –
So far from cities that I know them not.
I love this happy valley and this stream
With love deep-rooted, permanent, and strong;
Here I perform my task, I dream my dream,
I sow and reap, and sing my simple song.
The song I sing may not be great or grand,
The test of time it may not long endure;
But it still fills my soul with solace and
My heart with pleasure that is sweet and pure.
‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.