I sat aloft on Slieve Mor hill
Watched in silence the valley round
Slieve Gullion rising to the sky
The Cowans sweeping to the ground.
To the north stood Topny Hill
A pyramid serene
All of nature’s lovely charm
Lay scattered o’er the scene
A patchwork quilt of fertile fields
And houses pearly white.
I thank the Lord for this jewel so rare
And the wonderful gift of sight.
I ups and through the heather strayed
With my sheepdog at my heel
I know not words ever phrased
To explain how I did feel.
This jewel rare God gave to me
I’ll keep it while I can
This little place where I was reared
In the vale of Mullaghbawn.