The one without sin ought be first to cast the stone

I fancy I can see them by the old bracken hillsAnd I hear the dippers singing in the rippling streams and rills.From the by roads of Duhallow I may live far awayBut in my flights of fancy I see them every dayThey wind along the country side from Kiskeam to BoherbueAnd down to Cullen Village…

Every night I dream about him here in my gloomy prison cellI’d be best off dead and buried and suffering with the damned in hell.Hard enough to live an outcast a reject with a tainted nameWithout the added tag of jail bird burdened with the brand of CainI’ve brought disgrace on my kindred and brought…

In a quiet park in the mountains and though clouds are looking grayYou won’t find a place more beautiful than Mt Worth is in May.The yellow robin silent on low branch of Blackwood treeShe eyes the grass below her if insect she might seeAnd save for a few birds chirping the silence is profoundAnd peace…

And swallows wing to and fro above the lush fieldsOf Gneeveguilla and Rathmore and Knocknagree.The ancient peaks of Shrone and CaherbarnaghOverlooking the Sliabh Luachra countrysideThis was the land of great bards and musiciansTheir fame lives on and now known Worldwide.May has come to the Cork and Kerry borderAnd with her brought her wildflowers and her…

And shelter from the brief, brief summer showersBeneath the green leaves in the leafy bowers.With tiny dark spots on your bright red wingsLike creature from the land of king of kingsYou flit round wildering hedgerows all day longWhere wildborn bird sing merry wildborn song.Your brief, brief life is one of peace and joyAnd autumn comes…

A victim of the First World War‘Lest we forget our soldier dead’.I read the plaque nailed to the treeIt stated his date of birth and nameA tree to honour his braveryBut to dead soldier what use fame? .I see he was just seventeenSo young so very young to dieThose who sent him to fight in…