• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    I Love

    I love a sweet wee valley
    Which kindly mountains hide;
    I love the little river
    Whose waters through it glide.
    I would not leave this valley
    For scenes divinely fair.
    An old tree, deeply rooted
    You can’t transplant elsewhere.


    Peaceful and sweet and lovely
    The valley round me lies;
    And low and soft and soothing
    The river’s murmurs rise.

    I  wearied in the city
    I tired of city throngs
    Who never saw my river
    And never heard its songs.
    But here I weary never
    And never wish to part
    For the murmur of the river
    Makes music in my heart.


    Michael Mullin

    ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.


    Sent to Dublin and Cork on 26 Oct 55