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| A verse taken from poem by Tom Murtagh "My Loved Colmcille" "When I think of it now sure my memory recalls Pulliness, Pullaveeny, the lonely Four Walls; The stately old Cromlech, och! oft I was told It was lofted at ease by giants of old. The hill by the church where we climbed long ago To view the wide world in the valleys below, Little homes and boreens and the rivers that spill In the sylvan lagoon of my loved Colmcille" Source: "A path through Colmcille", compiled by Owen Denneny |
Posted by tjj21st February 2010ce Edited 21st February 2010ce
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