(Cardinal Logue)
We mourn the great departed:
We mourn our chieftain gone:
That Star hath set in Eirinn
That long o’er Eirinn shone.
The four sad winds of Eirinn
Carry the wail afar,
From the sad hearts in Eirinn
To where our exiles are.
God sent that Star to guide us
On to His blest abode:
While many a smooth road lured us
From the rough, narrow road.
God spared us long that Lighthouse
Above the billows dark,
When hidden rocks and tempests
Threatened the struggling bark.
His good and great achievement
Have fashioned, high and broad
A pyramid ascending
From Eirinn up to God.
No need for us to praise him
To him earth’s praise was dross
No need for us to mourn him:
But, oh: we mourn our loss.
A Star hath set in Eirinn:
Still darkling on we grope:
Lo! a new Star in heaven
Filling our hearts with hope.
MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘The Bard of Foremass’,
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
Verse 4 – bark or barque – a ship
Verse 6 – dross – refuse – of no value
Hail Mary Full Of Grace
Tis a sweet wee holy prayer
For October or for May
Anytime or anywhere
Tisn’t difficult to say
You could say it cooking – sewing
Or when cleaning up the place
When home-coming when out-going
Hail, Mary, Full of Grace
It will sanctify your losses
And turn them all to gains
It will glorify your crosses
And pacify your pains
Say it when your hopes grow dimmer
And your struggles grimmer grow
Pray it in your spells of gladness
And of sadness and of woe
Say it when you’re feeling weary
And your heart is sad and sore
And the oftener you pray it
You will come to love it more
You will grow to say it sleeping
And when death you have to face
None in vain has ever prayed it
Hail, Mary, Full of Grace.