WJ Cooper series
No 11 Donegal Sonnet
Oh Donegal’s homes as much famed in song
From Slieve League to Malin turf fires aglow
A pot on the boil as they went along
And wonderful sunsets west of Dungloe
Great Glenveagh’s eagles majestically soar
As magic auroras light the night sky
Music exudes from each house in Gweedore
By old Ballyshannon the curlew cries
Oh gone are the folk to far distant lands
Buncrana still keens those lost line by line
While mighty Tír Chonaill holds out her hands
Errigal welcomes them home for all time
Blue Stacks enchanting glorious Tory
Ghosts on boreens with fiddle and story.
Tom Clancy.
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