[1] As I stood on Carraig - mo - Cléir, And gazed along that vale, With its golden coloured copious, And emerald - tinted dale. Such various scenes of beauty, My eyes have ne'er looked on, As those which I have met with At the foot of Sliabh - na - mban [2] The sun with lustrous softness 'Shone on the evening air, Pouring its lightning floods Along that valley fair. Its rays like golden arrows Their rapid flight winged on, And spread a sparkling lustre Oer the breast of Sliabh - na - mban.Helen O'Allen Breyette