The Lovely Hills of Doon

Oughterard Newsletter

Michael O'Connor

As the evening sun it sinks behind,

The lovely Hills Of Doon,

My thoughts go back for many years,

Which, alas, have gone too soon.

To the happy times when we were young,

With those gentle neighbours dear

As we climbed up Barr a’Bothar Hill

To Leitir Village near.


The pace was nice and slow that time

There was no rushing round,

As we stopped to chat along the road

To the bogs sure we were bound.

Surrounded by Gods Nature

On either  side we’d see

The heather and the streamlets too;

The sight was heavenly


Right through our days of working there

In that paradise so grand,

We’d listen to the skylarks song

Enveloping the land.

We knew the place was special

Its God’s Own Country

Which has given us fond memories

To reach eternity.


The woodcock and the pheasant too,

Were there in numbers great,

As were the partridge, grouse and snipe,

Across this vast estate;

And sportsmen congregated there,

Throughout the winter long,

It was a dreamland in those days,

Now alas, those birds are gone.


And pondering on those happy thoughts,

Which gives us peace of mine,

We face the future bravely.

For to us fate has been kind.

For giving us fond memories

Of a time that passed too soon

As we trotted barefooted round the roads

Near the lovely Hill’s Of Doon


This page was added on 17/06/2011.

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