sheep,
Demons in shape of black evil birds,
Swooped down by the young boy’s feet.
He chanted psalms to beat them,
Then rang his bell, they say,
Angel Victor came from up above,
The demons fled in haste.
An Angel came as a pure white bird,
Illuminating fair Clew Bay.
EASTER IN IRELAND
Easter time in Ireland
Is a time of love and peace,
Sharing all our dreams with you,
And wishing you good cheer,
Sunshine‘s rays o‘er Ireland,
Brightening glen and dale,
Baby lambs are bleating,
Welcoming Easter Days.
Daffodils, like gold dust
Adorn each dyke and ditch,
Chickens and cuddly ducklings
Shelter ‘neath Mother‘s wings.
Joy is in each feature,
Easter is in the air,
Streams like layers of silver,
Adorn our land so fair.
THE BEAN SHEE( BEAN SÍ)
Ireland’s Bean Shee, our fairy woman,
Greyhaired spirit,long haired and crying,
Her weird loud scream sends many shivers
Through minds still wondering whose next to die?
She only comes when true Gaels are leaving
Their earthly world to go on high.
The old weird woman comes a calling
For the Macs and O’s, the Celtic tribe.
Her shrill Ochone speeds past the windows,
Mournful, keening, her gown long and white.
A face so withered, with wrinkles many,
This weird old lady, death’s own guide.
Twice I’ve heard her wail and mourning,
Scared to death, indeed was I,
Some hours later, two of my neighbours
Went forth to God,’neath a midnight sky.
IN MEMORY OF JOHN F. KENNEDY. {NOV. 1963}
Six grey steeds trotted by,
Stately, noble, their heads held high,
Lying in a coffin, which they bore,
A president silenced for ever more.
His voice still lingers in memory lane,
His smile we see, his thick brown hair,
That Irish twinkle, that won all hearts,
The sense of humour of President Jack.
Each home is mourning the world o’er.
Each heart is praying and feeling sore,
All humans shudder with sad dismay,
The loss of that statesman from the U.S.A.,
A wonderful father and husband is gone,
Leaving his loved ones to carry on,
Tears are falling like lashing rain,
Two little orphans are waiting in vain.
Their darling parents bade them goodbye,
Mammy returned with tears in her eyes.
But where is their Daddy they loved to greet,
An Assassin’s bullet ended his deeds.
Lonely, a beautiful girl in black,
Her loved one is gone, and will never be back,
She gazes upon him, longing to say,
We’re parted a Stor, we’ll meet once again.
When God in the heavens will send out a call,
“Come forward my friends, I welcome you all”
The graves will send out a loud clear Hurrah,
Once more, we’ll see Jack from the great U.S.A.
Jack, you were orator, statesman, and friend,
Irish in heart, in carriage, and lilt,
Loyal to America, the land of your birth,
You died true to duty, all nations admit.
Generals, presidents, journeyed by plane,
To breathe a prayer calmly o‘er your mortal remains.
The volleys rang out, the Cardinal blessed,
Leaving President Jack to his eternal rest.
Peace was his motto, peace was his song,
No matter what colour, what creed, or what throng,
He died like a soldier, making all people one.
Witty and jovial, clear headed in strife,
An exemplary character, torn from this life.
Gallant, courageous, brave, thoughtful and kind,
Jack Kennedy sleeps, his soul towers on high.
Heaven rejoiced, when he sat on a throne,
More elegant far than this earth could bestow,
Pope John, by his side sent out a Hurrah,
Welcome young Jack from the dear U.S.A,
For black men and white men, and red men and brown,
Statesmen and governors all throng around,
A home for the blest, no sorrow or stife,
Peace livest there in that heavenly shrine,
His motto will live in this globe of dark clay,
Let peace be our watchword, till the dawn of the day,
Let God be our leader, our love and our light,
All brethren our kinsmen through this dark dreary strife.
Our goal is far greater than mind can conceive,
To live with the angels in perpetual
Demons in shape of black evil birds,
Swooped down by the young boy’s feet.
He chanted psalms to beat them,
Then rang his bell, they say,
Angel Victor came from up above,
The demons fled in haste.
An Angel came as a pure white bird,
Illuminating fair Clew Bay.
EASTER IN IRELAND
Easter time in Ireland
Is a time of love and peace,
Sharing all our dreams with you,
And wishing you good cheer,
Sunshine‘s rays o‘er Ireland,
Brightening glen and dale,
Baby lambs are bleating,
Welcoming Easter Days.
Daffodils, like gold dust
Adorn each dyke and ditch,
Chickens and cuddly ducklings
Shelter ‘neath Mother‘s wings.
Joy is in each feature,
Easter is in the air,
Streams like layers of silver,
Adorn our land so fair.
THE BEAN SHEE( BEAN SÍ)
Ireland’s Bean Shee, our fairy woman,
Greyhaired spirit,long haired and crying,
Her weird loud scream sends many shivers
Through minds still wondering whose next to die?
She only comes when true Gaels are leaving
Their earthly world to go on high.
The old weird woman comes a calling
For the Macs and O’s, the Celtic tribe.
Her shrill Ochone speeds past the windows,
Mournful, keening, her gown long and white.
A face so withered, with wrinkles many,
This weird old lady, death’s own guide.
Twice I’ve heard her wail and mourning,
Scared to death, indeed was I,
Some hours later, two of my neighbours
Went forth to God,’neath a midnight sky.
IN MEMORY OF JOHN F. KENNEDY. {NOV. 1963}
Six grey steeds trotted by,
Stately, noble, their heads held high,
Lying in a coffin, which they bore,
A president silenced for ever more.
His voice still lingers in memory lane,
His smile we see, his thick brown hair,
That Irish twinkle, that won all hearts,
The sense of humour of President Jack.
Each home is mourning the world o’er.
Each heart is praying and feeling sore,
All humans shudder with sad dismay,
The loss of that statesman from the U.S.A.,
A wonderful father and husband is gone,
Leaving his loved ones to carry on,
Tears are falling like lashing rain,
Two little orphans are waiting in vain.
Their darling parents bade them goodbye,
Mammy returned with tears in her eyes.
But where is their Daddy they loved to greet,
An Assassin’s bullet ended his deeds.
Lonely, a beautiful girl in black,
Her loved one is gone, and will never be back,
She gazes upon him, longing to say,
We’re parted a Stor, we’ll meet once again.
When God in the heavens will send out a call,
“Come forward my friends, I welcome you all”
The graves will send out a loud clear Hurrah,
Once more, we’ll see Jack from the great U.S.A.
Jack, you were orator, statesman, and friend,
Irish in heart, in carriage, and lilt,
Loyal to America, the land of your birth,
You died true to duty, all nations admit.
Generals, presidents, journeyed by plane,
To breathe a prayer calmly o‘er your mortal remains.
The volleys rang out, the Cardinal blessed,
Leaving President Jack to his eternal rest.
Peace was his motto, peace was his song,
No matter what colour, what creed, or what throng,
He died like a soldier, making all people one.
Witty and jovial, clear headed in strife,
An exemplary character, torn from this life.
Gallant, courageous, brave, thoughtful and kind,
Jack Kennedy sleeps, his soul towers on high.
Heaven rejoiced, when he sat on a throne,
More elegant far than this earth could bestow,
Pope John, by his side sent out a Hurrah,
Welcome young Jack from the dear U.S.A,
For black men and white men, and red men and brown,
Statesmen and governors all throng around,
A home for the blest, no sorrow or stife,
Peace livest there in that heavenly shrine,
His motto will live in this globe of dark clay,
Let peace be our watchword, till the dawn of the day,
Let God be our leader, our love and our light,
All brethren our kinsmen through this dark dreary strife.
Our goal is far greater than mind can conceive,
To live with the angels in perpetual
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