Classic Poem

Now as townlands these three townlands are the best that can be seen,
Meenahalla and Strasallagh and Cagharacreen.
Now take the road to Rosses Beag as well as Rosses Wor,
And the townlands marching either hand are well above a score.

And mark them well in hill and holm, and bog and pasture land.
And good strong houses standing snug and white on either hand.
“Good luck be on ye, decent man!” The girshas passing by
Will have the soft laugh on the lip, the brave look in the eye.

The hearty men: “It's warm indeed! Sit down, sir, if you please,
To have a pull iv this old pipe and make yourself at ease!”
“Good bless you decent man, and all!” the good housewife will say:
“And sit you down and eat a bit to help you on the way!”

And you, out on the Rosses road that runs to Rosses Wor,
Will go through many a brave townland and they're above a score—
But as townlands these three townlands are the best you've ever seen,
Meenahalla and Strasallagh, and Cagharacreen!