The Beauties of Bunclody
Come all ye great explorers And explain to you I
That on this earth there’s not a spot As handsome as the Mall.
O’erlooked by splendid sceneries Of fame and high renown,
And adorned by the lime trees In the centre of the town.
It’s with the Clody it shakes hands Which closely
by does run;
It conveys trout and salmon, 0, my heart is fairly won;
Likewise a thrush on every bush So merrily do sing,
To waken up the Golf Club In the coming of the spring.
Down by the Meadow steps I went Along by the
To view a splendid bridge That was not built of plank,
But a bridge of steel and iron, The like ‘twas never seen,
And I thought I was in Paradise, The meadow was so green.
I moved on still further By the Cricket Grounds
Across the panorama To the mansion I did steer;
With nature’s invitation Inducing me to go on
To see the wild ducks diving And the motion of the swan.
When I went into Carrhill Wood My eyes they met a
To see the splendid Mosshouse That is built on Carrhill Rock.
Its rustic chairs and tables Were fitting for a king,
And the screeching of the woodcock, It made the valleys ring.
I crossed the River Slaney Being filled up with
The Round-O in the Racecourse, It was a glorious sight,
Where many a pound was won and lost, The truth I do declare
For once it was more famous Than the Curragh of Kildare.
I resolved to move on further, The path being for
I stood to view a Lady’s Seat That was by the river side.
‘Twas near this place a monastery stood a thousand years ago.
I believe it was conducted By a man called Saint Bruno.
With little of its relies Being lying on the
Where Reynard often gets the rout With huntsman and with hound.
And on through Cuilaphuca With lots of time to spare,
To see the lovely waterfall With which Niagara can’t compare,
And out through Bunnagurra The mountains for to
The Deer Park and Mount Leinster, And likewise sweet Drime Cree,
Where, if industry was stirred up, We need not emigrate,
For there would be work in plenty Upon that bank of slate.
And lovelier still is Ryland Wood, As I was
The night being quickly falling And the view going from my eye.
The fraughan bushes were in bloom, All Nature was so gay
‘Twas heaven for the kiddies In the merry month of May.
To leave these splendid sceneries It causes me
But if Providence only spares me I’ll visit them once again.
There bending bowers and bluebell tops So fragrant in the
So, farewell to sweet Bunclody, Likewise the old Mall trees.