Tuesday 13 August 2013

Ireland's Most Storied Mountain

THE PRIDE OF SOUTH TIPPERARY
By W.C. Darmody

O, sweet Slievenamon, you're my darling and pride,
With your soft swelling bosom and mien like a bride,
How oft have I wandered in sunshine and shower,
From dark Kyleavalla to lonely Glenbower;
Or spent with a light heart the long summer's day,
'Twixt Suidhe-Finn and the Clodagh above Kyleatlea.


- Charles J.Kickham.

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