Oh to be in Magherabeg
Where I was adult free
From sun up til head down,
Stomping through streams in worn out wellies,
Chasing rams down to the Swilly.
They called me in only to eat
Rock buns for tea
And say the rosary--
Oh clement , oh loving, oh sweet Virgin Mary.
I never knew then what what stranger danger was--
Warned only to "mind that road"
Which had killed two of my grandmother's dogs.
At the close of summer
I hid beneath beds
So I wouldn't have to leave
Knowing it wasn't the hills I would miss
But being a girl unbridled.