You are wondering why I love them,
Love the Foremass fields;
You believe you’ve looked on fairer,
Richer, greener, neater, squarer
Fields that give the tillers of them
Bigger, better yields:
So you wonder why I love them –
Love the Foremass fields.

Ah!  they’ve grown on me since childhood
         Dearer day by day.
All their streams are silver seeming,
All their ponds are brooches gleaming,
And the winds in fence and wildwood
Fairy music play;
Ah!  they’ve grown on me since childhood
Dearer day by day.

Always fair, they are entrancing
Decked by Spring I vow;
Bridal robes for hawthorn hedges,
Gold for all their gorsy edges,
Flow’rs in all the breezes dancing
Blossom, bird, and bough,
Always fair, they are entrancing
Decked by Spring I vow.

 Love to Foremass fields I offer,
Disregarding yields,
Though the people are not wealthy
They are honest, kind and healthy;
And each lass deserves a lover
‘Mong the Foremass fields,
Love to Foremass fields I offer,
Disregarding yields.

MICHAEL MULLIN ‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.