[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