Of The Burren County Clare in the
                          Republic of Ireland, Yeats said.
"There isn't a tree to hang a
                                   man, nor soil to bury him".
Of Kinsale in County Cork I say
                             "There's neither a **** on the
street, nor paper to wipe an ***,
                                      yet, trees to **** against.
The earth shows up those of value
                  and those who are goof for nothing.