Mac Diarmod's Daughter, Francis Carlin.

Mac Diarmod’s Daughter.
by Francis Carlin, 1881-?.

There is much to be said
For Mac Diarmod’s young daughter,
And much to be sung
Were a poet about;
Since her eye is a mirror
Of Ulster’s Blackwater
When ripples shine over
The dark-dappled trout.

And much might be said
For his daughter’s fair dower
Of heifers and bullocks
And meadowy grass;
But my head might be hanging
From Omagh gaol’s tower
For all the concern
That the heart of her has.

So I’ll not spend a thought
On Mac Diarmod’s young daughter,
But much might be sung
Of her land and her looks;
Since her fields are the fairest
Near Ulster’s Blackwater,
And her eyes are dark-dappled
Like trout in the brooks.