• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    My Rosary Beads

    MY rosary beads! Not hard to break
    With beads so small and links so weak,
    And cross so worn; thou art to me
    Dearer than richest jewellery.

    God’s mother used thee well and long
    In the grim fight gainst sin and wrong
    She leaned from heaven and held thee forth
    To help her clients here on earth.

    When foes wrecked Ireland’s heavenly path
    And drove her Primate to his death.
    Mary repaired the Rosary road
    And built her bridge of beads to God.

    The ladder beads in Mary’s hand
    Joined Ireland to the heavenly land.
    To these our faithful fathers clung,
    Climbed bead by bead and rung by rung.

    Their famine-wasted hands held on
    When priest and Mass and hope seemed gone
    O Rosary beads , O Rosary beads
    To thee they cling in direst needs.

    A life belt Mary to us gave
    Our Rosary beads! Our souls to save.
    She wants us all to go to heaven
    Our faults effaced, our sins forgiven.

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.