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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.
