In the wondrous caves, with their devious ways
You may wander far from the light of day,
Where is days of old the smuggler bold'
So securely hid his loot away.
The sights there concealed by torch are revealed,
The fairy like scene in amazement you scan;
Arch, pillar and dome till thought is brought home,
To matron's own work how feeble is man.
From the Hill of Gold the whole scene unfold,
Clare, Galway, Arran, and Killarney's boys;
The Shannon's shore, Cork, Limerick and More,
And Barques gliding o'er Atlantic waves.
Sweet Ballybunion! I thus could sing on,
Still your beauty would be left untold;
For Nature's grandeur with lavish squander,
Has decked your brow with gems of gold.
* The Castle Green
J.H. Akins, Ballybunion
Michael Lynch, Down, Ballybunion, July 15th 1938. Mr Atkins was a Presbyterian from the North of Ireland who settled down in Ballybunion about 1900 or 1901 taking photos and "snaps." A few years later he purchased a disused barrack at a small place where he started a shop. He was (about 1922) at an advanced age removed ill to tralee and thence to the North.