• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Wee Burn

    Wee Burn! That passes by so near
    My home, that I can sometimes hear
    Thy feet go dancing on
    Adown their rugged rocky way,
    As they have done by night and day
    Through all the ages gone.

    In youth, to me ‘twas more than fun
    To hear thee sing, to watch thee run.
    Joy’s  chalice then I drank
    While dreaming dreams of heroes bold,
    Or trying men of clay to mould
    From out thy blue-clay bank.

    The men of clay I then designed,
    And the child heroes of my mind
    Like youthful days have gone:
    Whilst thou, the youthfullest of rills,
    And yet as ancient as the hills,
    Still goest gaily on.

    While generations come and go
    Sing on! For God ordains it so;
    Sing on, sing on, wee Burn!
    While thy deep channel deeper wears
    Still brighten hearts, and lighten cares,
    And comfort souls that mourn.


    Michael Mullin

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