Carrigagulla, Carraig Uí Ulla - ancestral lands, and a poem

Carrigagulla stone circle

Carrigagulla - ancestral lands. This won't be the only post, but stumbled upon a poem written about this place by mid-19th century poet, Cornelius "Poet" Ahern. 

Con Ahern died at about the age of 40 in 1864.

CARRIGAGULLA

Thro Carrigagulla one pleasant afternoon I strayed

To view the green fields and trees upholding great shade

When who should I meet but a beautiful mild looking dame

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

And when I saw my darling twas in the evening late

As I stood for a while behind Jerh Sullivan's gate

To welcome me kindly this sprightly young lassee she came

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

I wish you were near to hear her singing so fine

It was down by the Luaney my darling was herding kine

Her notes did out rival the nightingale's melodious strain

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

If I had Macroom and all these fine lands by the Lee

And all those fine farms from Blarney to Ballinagree

I'd give them and more for this comely fine lass to obtain

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

Some folks are quite eager her name I'd disclose

And tell them the same in verse or in prose

Still I tell them quite candidly that asking at all is in vain

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

When in the alehouse we meet its there with pleasure I see

How cordial and kind I find her always to me

A glass to my health she so ready at all times to drain

And for tons of bright gold of course I'll not tell you her name

When I and my girl will both unite

And the clergy well paid for his labour considered slight

Until then who is she to none I'll explain

And without any gold of course they will all know her name.