• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Farewell To Foremass

    No more as from a golden throne
    I’ll gaze from gorse clad Brishmacree
    Or Culnaheena, Barnasone
    Or Carrickascoppal dear to me.

    No more I’ll plough for daily bread
    The Foremass fields of dark brown clay,
    For Fate ordains that I must tread
    The exile’s long and lonely way.

    But haply yet beyond the foam
    When slumber sets my spirit free
    In dreams I’ll see the hills of home
    Bernish, Foremass and Cracrawee.

    Often in dreams I’ll rove the lanes
    Of Shane and Cuilnaheena when
    The lights are bright through window panes
    From Mullaghbrack to Bernish Glen.


    Michael Mullin

    ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.