The Road to Creeslough

by Sara Dennison (neé Kerfoot)

I

II

I'll leave you Boston City great
And Philadelphia grand (?)
Farewell to all the friends I've met
In kindly Yanke land
My thoughts will ever turn to you
When on my native track
But give me the road to Creeslough
...(illegible)...

III

The fairies built a flowery(?) home
Amongst the mountain vales
Where the hand of man could ne'er succeed
Nor nature never fils(?)
They called it Drim the beautiful
McSweeney's fair abode
And when his clans to battle marched,
They trod the Creeslough road

IV

Give me the road to Creeslough boys
Come with me to my friends
And it's there you'll see an imortal spot
Along the patch that wends
There's Kilmacrennan ...(illegible)...
The blood of patriots flowed
Where the Great O'Doherty was slain
Beyond the Creeslough Road

V

O'Donnell too, was crowned hard by
And could the Castle Ards but speak
What a story it could tell
While Muckish in the dim background
Casts shadows over all
To watch the Creeslough Road
...(illegible)... Donegal

VI

Oh give me the road to Creeslough
From Drim to Downings Bay (?)
Be your skies of bright unclouded blue
Or shadowed deep and grey
And when my angel whispers
That my spirit must depart
Oh take my bones by the Creeslough Road
To sleep near Carrigart

July 1935