• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Near A Hill-Top

    Near a hill-top crowned with heather
    Where the wild winds moan,
    Where we often walked together
    Now I walk alone.
    Mary! ‘tis for you I’m mourning
    In the sun and rain,
    ‘Tis for you my heart is yearning
    Stabbed with pangs of pain.

    Love! It is yourself I’m missing
    For your smile I sigh
    For your voice in vain I listen
    You’re with God on high. ***
    Mary tryst with you I’m keeping
    Where the hill winds wave
    Grasses growing o’er her sleeping
    In her narrow grave

    *** Heaven is so high