SWEET INISHOWEN

Sweet Inishowen so renowned in story,
Rich in romance over dale and hill,
In Patrick's day you were Owen's glory,
And down the ages more glorious still.

Your dark green lanes and heath-clad mountains,
Your sun-kissed summits and golden strands,
Your shady glens and your glittering fountains
Proclaim the wonders of Nature's hands.

By Foyle's cool wave or the Lake of Shadows,
I love to linger and rest awhile;
Or in Birdstown Glen or Culdaff's green meadows
Hear the birds with sweet songs the hours beguile.

Your hills that I love have purple heather,
Where O'Doherty chieftains once held sway.
'Tis pleasant to sit there in summer weather,
watching the sunset at close of day.

by James Green

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