God bless the little villages and guard them night and day!
THE SOUL OF KARNAGHAN BUIDHE
By James B. Dollard
It was the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe
Left his lips with a groan.
Like arrowy lightning bolt released
It sprang to the Judgment throne.
Spoke the Judge: “For as many years
As the numbered drops of the sea
I grant you heaven—but thenceforth hell,