O Let me dream beside one stream
Where song and beauty blend
Where banks and bowers are beds of flowers
And every field my friend
And every wind my minstrel kind
Each lot a picture card
Each tree a lyre, each grove a choir
And each song bird a bard.
O place me where the open air
In daytime is divine
And I shall not begrudge their lot
Who dwell in Castles fine
And when I die, O let me lie
Within a hill above
A vale serene and sweet and green
The vale I dearly love.
‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
FOOTNOTE: The last four lines of this poem describe the graveyard in Dunmoyle where Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’ is buried just inside the gate on the right hand side.