Bells toll across glens
Calling barren lands to greet
Its Gospel, the Word.
Gunfire rumbles, a
Hungry scream echoes over
The waves, to Tory.
Wind howls. The windows,
Small, chatter: Níl aon tinteán
Mar do thinteán féin.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
Bells toll across glens
Calling barren lands to greet
Its Gospel, the Word.
Gunfire rumbles, a
Hungry scream echoes over
The waves, to Tory.
Wind howls. The windows,
Small, chatter: Níl aon tinteán
Mar do thinteán féin.