• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    All For Mary

    Smile down, O Sun on Foremass;
    With jewels bright adorn,
    Damp webs by fairy weavers
    Hung out on whin and thorn –
    To glad my Mary, driving
    Her cattle forth at morn.

    O, grove of trees wide spreading!
    A pleasant shelter prove
    From burning heat of noonday,
    And croon sweet lays of love –
    When Mary walks beneath you
    O happy, honoured grove!

    With scent of fading flowers,
    With breath of peat and hay,
    O gently, sofly kiss her,
    Ye autumn winds that stray
    When Mary comes to meet me
    Across the whinny brae.

    Wave golden corn to greet her –
    Her hair is golden too;
    Fair be thy skies, O Sunset!
    To match her eyes of blue –
    When home she drives her cattle
    And waves her love adieu.