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Clonmany Asthore
CBÉS 1120
Leathanach 337
In crumbling ruins stands Carrick-a-Brahy
On the verge of the waters where white seagulls tread,
From its site dimly seen is the island or Tory
And Glashedy embosomed in it's green ocean bed.
(V)By Magheramore's plain in a glen dark and lonely
Where the quivering ash bends its arm o'er the vale -
Stands a mass Rock of old, where the priest oft repeated
In tones soft and reverent - the Mass for the Gael.
In beauty sublime towers St. Marys tall spire
Its bright Cross proclaiming the faith of our land.
On the verge of the waters where white seagulls tread,
From its site dimly seen is the island or Tory
And Glashedy embosomed in it's green ocean bed.
(V)By Magheramore's plain in a glen dark and lonely
Where the quivering ash bends its arm o'er the vale -
Stands a mass Rock of old, where the priest oft repeated
In tones soft and reverent - the Mass for the Gael.
In beauty sublime towers St. Marys tall spire
Its bright Cross proclaiming the faith of our land.