• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Foremass Braes

    Oh! God be with the good old day’s
    I spent upon the Foremass braes,
    When youth was mine, and bare light feet
    Scudded along in cold and heat.


    In age our troubles fast approach,
    Come pleasures in a slower coach
    Fondly the eye of age looks back
    O’er childhood’s far receding track.

    I long to roam those braes again,
    I long to stroll down Caldra glen
    Where bossomed gorse, in green and gold
    Exhibit beauties manifold.

    O! sweet and pure, O pure and sweet
    With scent of hay and breath of peat
    On Carrickascapple soft winds blew –
    When joys were rife and cares were few.

    Cracrawee’s crown, lone ‘Sceog Bush’
    Drumshambo graveyard  – how they rush
    Back to my mind with memories dear
    That claim a smile, or crave a tear.

    In Foremass, happy homes I knew,
    And bouchails brave and cailins true
    But many a sad heart now is there,
    And lonely hearth and vacant chair.

    I wish to see old Foremass braes,
    And tread them as in former days –
    Oh, futile wishes, wishes vain!
    I’ll ne’er see Foremass  braes again.


    Michael Mullin

    ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.