In Praise of Mullaghmore Christy Moore

I heard an angry voice behind a drystone wall
At a beauty spot on out by Carron
"Go on, Get back to Dublin
You hippies don't belong here
Traipsin' round the Burren
Never spendin' very long here"

And the only thing that I could think to say was
We all belong here, this is our native shore
While I'm here I'd love to sing
A song in praise of Mullaghmore

I took a rocky road up Croagh Patrick
And a mossy path up Sliabh Gallion Braes
And I plunged in the deep at Brandon Creek
And slept in a glade beyond Dún Maebh

All alone along the Wicklow Way
Peace and solitude I found
When I reached the slopes of Mullaghmore
I could have sworn that was the holy ground

Minister, minister, pause for reflection
As you fly by helicopter in pursuit of re-election
An obsession with affairs of State and legislature
Leaves little time for us to share in the miracles of Nature