The County Mayo

NOW with the coming in of the spring the days will stretch a bit,
And after the Feast of Brigid I shall hoist my flag and go,
For since the thought got into my head I can neither stand nor sit
Until I find myself in the middle of the County of Mayo.

In Claremorris I would stop a night sleep with decent men,
And then go on to Balla just beyond and drink galore,
And next Kiltimagh for a visit of about a month, and then
I would only be a couple of miles away from Ballymore.

I say and swear my heart lifts up like the lifting of a tide,
Rising up like the rising wind till fog or mist must go,
When I remember Carra, and Gallen close beside,
And the Gap of the Two Bushes, and the wide plains of Mayo.

To Killaden the, to the place where everything grows that is best,
There are raspberries there and strawberries there and all that is good for men ;
And if I were only there in the middle of my folk my heart could rest,
For age itself would leave me there and I'd be young again.