IIt is with affection these lines I mean to pen.
In memory of my childhood days when I was scarcely ten.
I always liked to ramble to pluck the berry and sloe,
Along the daisied-sloped Canal where Leitrim waters flow.IIAbove its rippling waters here stands old Riversdale.
Its mansion house and splendour, its woods and flowery vale.
Its landscape clear each day appear as the golden sun sinks low.
And the large beech trees move with the breeze where Leitrim waters flow.
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)