Poetry Collection Dedicated To My Mother's Memory |
| Gone to Carraig Donn (Me Money) And so you find the land of Ire, Blarney Stone, you kiss with fire St. Patrick's mountain in the west Climb it without so much as rest Westport pub, you find your seat, Matt Molloy's, your Smithwicks neat Cobble streets to Carraig Donn Shops of sweaters, money's gone! |