The Winding River Roe

Some poets sing of a noble king,

Or of a sweetheart fair.

Some tell a tale of ships that sail

With treasures rich and rare.

But my humble pen still drifts again

To scenes of long ago;

Across the sea to the Benedy

And the winding river roe.

Right well do I remember now

Those happy childhood days.

And the times I had when just a lad,

On Carn's lovely braes.

And when my mind is thus inclined

No other joys I know,

For my heart remains on the verdant plains

Near the winding river roe.

Benbradagh's crown o'er Dungiven town,

Is still within my view

And the Benedy glen I worshiped then

Still lives in memory too.

The beautiful scene of Cashel Green

Still haunts wherever I go.

And in all my dreams, I see it seems

The winding river roe.

If fortunes smiles on me awhile,

I would cross the sea again,

And all these years of toil and tears

Will be forgotten then.

And when at last my life has passed,

Contentedly I'll go across the sea

To the Benedy

And the winding river roe.