I In Summertime when sol's bright rays lit up the azure Sea; And flowers gay of every hue Adorned each lawn and lea When farmers took their scythes in hand The meadows ripe to mow, Pat Connor bid a long farewell To us in Carnadoe. II In fair Kilglass no patriot Staunch, Like Connor could be found His fluent voice in freedom's causeMatt SmythMatt Smyth