The Moy’s Lovely Shore

The Moy’s Lovely Shore

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{By Joe Corcoran, late of Ballina,

who went on to reside at 1962 West 48 Street,

Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.A.}

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TO the Moy’s lovely shore, farewell,

Where often I did roam,

And watched the ships from foreign lands

Come gliding o’er the foam;

The birds nearby that lovely shore

Their sweetest notes did pour,

Which echoed through those lovely groves

Along Moy’s lovely shore.

Along those banks I’ve often sat

And watched the flowing tide,

And the splendid craft of every size

As an anchor they did ride.

The seagull’s dismal cry doth pierce,

And echoes o’er and o’er

Through the wooded cliffs that do abound

By the dear Moy’s lovely shore.

Belleek’s fine castle on the hill

Doth still appear in view,

As clear and beautiful as when

I bade my last adieu.

Those happy days are gone, alas!

I’ll never see them more,

Yet recollection brings me back

To the Moy’s lovely shore.

The boys with whom my youth was spent

In the court and on the green,

Their smiling faces I behold,

Though seas roll wide between.

Those pleasant hours I still retain,

Though sadly I deplore,

When my thoughts go back to happy days

Spent by Moy’s lovely shore.

To those dear scenes once more I bid

A lasting fond farewell,

May the Heaven’s shine bright on all

Who on those banks may dwell.

And happiness for ever reign

’Til time becomes no more,

Where first I drew the breath of life

Near the Moy’s lovely shore.

                                      Joe Corcoran