• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    A Wise wee cat

    One holiday I strolled away
    To enjoy an hour or two
    The breeze was mild, the landscape smiled;
    But weary at last I grew.

    Then a house I spied, I stepped inside
    But not a one was there
    Save an orange cat with a green cravat
    Sitting in an easy chair.

    God save all here. “You too my dear”
    To me up spoke the cat.
    “Tis  cheap in a chair as standing there”
    So down on a chair I sat.

    Said I “Kind cat” – to start a chat,
    “Tell me the reason why
    A cat like you of an orange hue
    Should wear a green necktie”.

    With velvet paws she stroked her jaws
    And ears before and behind.
    “Don’t mind the hues orange green or blues
    But how the hearts inclined”.

    Then looking wise with half shut eyes
    “This isle shall ne’er be free
    Till there’s orange and green with white between
    From the centre to the sea.”

    MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘The Bard of Foremass’
    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.