• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    My Native Stream

    My native stream careers along
    By holms of grass and fields of tillage,
    It sings for me a rustic song
    That ne’er was heard in town or village.

    ‘Tis very old in years, and yet
    ‘Tis very fresh and young and cheery;
    It talks to me till I forget
    The cares and work that made me weary.

    I listen to the lowing herds,
    The humming bees, the rippling river,
    The sighing winds and singing birds –
    O! I could listen on for ever.

    The memory of a barefoot lad
    Learning his lessons here I treasure.
    I oft’ come here when I am sad.
    I always come when I have leisure.

    And  Oh! ‘twere sweet, life‘s labour done,
    Retiring here, to end life’s even’ –
    Fixing my faith in God alone
    And centering all my hopes in Heaven.


    Michael Mullin

    The Bard of Foremass’
    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.