O, Mullaghcairn! I love you,
With your great crown of stone,
And from gigantic, guarding
The valleys of Tyrone.

O, Mullaghcairn! I love you
When north winds fiercely blow;
Then, like true Gaelic chieftain,
You shield us here below.

O, Mullaghcairn! I love you
When all in vestments white
The king of winter robes you,
As for some mystic rite.

O, Mullaghcairn! I love you
When hands of morning fair
Hang up your misty nigh-cap
Upon a rack in air.

O, Mullaghcairn! I love you
Because the tyrants dread
Your proud defiant figure,
And high unbending head.

O, Mullaghcairn! I love you
For you are Freedoms shrine,
Where Freedom lovers worship
A cause that is divine.

Michael Mullin
‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.