No 7. Co Down Sonnet.
WJ Cooper series
The Mountains of Mourne a treasure for me
As thrushes greet kings from each holly bush
The farrier’s anvil sends melodies
As galaxies roll in maritime lush
Such sights can be seen from wondrous Donard
Strangford so blue and pure in it’s bounty
White horses of snow by beautiful Ards
Down of my dreams oh magical county
Oh deep in your heart the grave of our saint
Neath rock of granite no giant could move
Rosie from Banbridge on boreens so quaint
Those scenes in my soul no man can reprove
Hillsborough fair by dear Lagan Valley
Boats at Ardglas fresh fish in each galley.