Would God thou wert among the Gael!
Thou wouldst not then from day to day
Weep thus alone.
’Twere long before, around a grave
In green Tirconnell, one could find
This loneliness;
Near where Beann-Boirche’s banners wave
Such grief as thine could ne’er have pined
Companionless.
Beside the wave, in Donegall,