A Song Of Sliabh Luachra Poem by Francis Duggan

The home of Irish culture an old man once told me
How Eoghain Ruaidh O Suilleabhain died at Knocknagree
He was a major Gaelic poet the literary critics say
And the legend of the great Eoghain Ruaidh is living still today

And years later on Ned Buckley stood on the hill of fame
And beyond the boundaries of his home his was a revered name
The great bards of the mountains the gaelic bards of Shrone
So many literary geniuses from land of het and stone.

The Dinneens of east Kerry their fame known far and wide
They too were of Sliabh Luachra that famous country side
The home of gaelic culture renowned for literary men
Sliabh Luachra was made famous by her 'soldiers of the pen'.

The traditional musicians of Sliabh Luachra with the best could compare
And it's been said their equals could only be found in Clare
The great 'Denis the Weaver' is still a house hold name
And in his years in America he spread Sliabh Luachra's fame

Johnny Leary and Hanna Cronin their names will never die
To so many all down the years these two have brought such joy
The musicians and the singers, the writers and the poet
All helped to make Sliabh Luachra a cultural place of note.

From Knocknagree to Barraduff back to the hills of Shrone
The home of song and music in many places known
The fiddler's fiddle silent now and the bard forever gone
But Sliabh Luachra has her memories and the memories linger on.