​God Bless you Innisherrer Isle - A poem by John (Jack) McCullough

26 Feb 2016

God Bless you Innisherrer Isle 

where I was born and reared
where I had a view of Gola, Inis Meain and Arranmore,
of Errigal Hill and Tory, to the point of Bloody Fore,
of Glassagh, Bunaninver and my lovely green Gweedore.

In thirty eight, our school closed down, it grieved us one and all,
but God Bless all those who went with me to Innisherrer school,
I still remember all of them.
there were the McFaddens and the McGarveys and the Friels were there as well.
There was the four Mc Cullough boys and one of them was me.

I went to work with Livingstone in the County of Tyrone,
but later on I went to roam to England with its beauty rare and grand.
I rambled to the lowlands, its cold and heartless land,
but my heart went back to sunset, to the hills above Drumquin.

This life is sad and weary, I may never wander more,
so lay me down in Langfield, when the course of life is run,
on the shelter side of Maghereeny, not too far from Innisherrer
and my lovely green Gweedore.

John (Jack) McCullough from Inis Oirthir Island. He was born in 1925 and died on 20th November 2014 aged 89.