(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
Its down by that Mountain by each cooling shade by Clara and Mt Leader right oft times I strayed and its heathery slopes where I once laid my brow and its castles and cascades of the banks of Finnow4
From the bank of that river trout may be seen
that washes the soil of Liscrea and Dooneen
Where once my grand sires great wealth did maintain
how scattered their offsprings are now o'er the main.
Now to conclude my simple oration. Farewell and adieu to each pleasant station, perhaps I may never behold them again, 'tis o'er the Atlantic I have to remain. But my fond prayer for ever will be Freedom, Prosperity and a Sweet Unity. This poem, authorship unknown, was popular at "American Wakes in the locality a few decades ago