Classic Poem

Mullanmore, Meenahalla.
Glenmornan, Strasalla,
By the highway, either hand —
Derrinane, Cornagrilla,
Kilmore, Drimnisilla,
But the best is my own townland!

The strong cows are lowing,
And the prime corn growing,
And heavy the ear of its grain,
Great store of good money,
White trout and wild honey —
And would I were back there again!

The big, brown loaves baking —
The fair girls hay-making,
And the cut meadows, swath on sward;
The flower-bright lane edges,
The haw-speckled hedges
And the fairy raths daisy-starred.

Meenarood and Kilfinnan,
Cleengarra and Crinnan,
That slope to the salt sea strand —
Gortameera, Kingarrow,
Drimeeney, Falcarragh,
But the best is my own townland.