Only for you Donegal
with your rough and gentle ways that express the soul
innocently exposed in open spaces .
Donegal the beautiful .
I fell for Donegal,
dear old Donegal .
You're the heartbeat soft and rare,
the quiet one there that's what you are to me .
Ever true and bountiful .
I write the words that have never been spoken,
of the travelling people who roam the hills over .
Brave Donegal it is you who made them a home .
Surrounded by mountains and sea,
wild winds blow an ethereal glow around Donegal.
All the kings of Ireland spoke of it
from Tara's royal throne .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-23 04:09:25
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