CUINEEN NA GABHAR REVISITED
After some years in exile my steps I retrace
To the green hills of Corrin and my sweet native place
To see my old folk while they are still around
And view the rare beauty of Cuineen Na Gabhar
As I stand on the doorstep there burst into view
The strands of the south coast in shades of grey blue
And smooth Sandyhill steeped in hunt and folklore
A giant stone away from Cuineen Na Gabhar
Far to the west o’er Cork Harbour I see
The woods of the Curragh in shades dark green
Their famed woodland walks where wild life abounds
Reflecting their beauty on Cuineen Na Gabhar
Deep glens of Dungourney I know every nook
Every rock every stone in you crystal clear brook
And sweet Donickmore where my youth happy hours
Were carefreely spent from Cuineen Na Gabhar
Clonmult every evening I was sure to be there
To meet happy friends down by Larry O’s store
Or to play scores of bowls on your wide widening road
And to dance with the maidens from the Great House below
Beneath Cnoc a Ceo that’s so hatefully dour
Seems to envy the beauty of Cuineen Na Gabhar
But I must away on the morrow again o’er the main
I leave thee in sorrow, I may ne’r see thee again
Farewell lovely Corrin, they woodlans and bowers
Adieu lovely Corrin and Cuineen Na Gabhar
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